Perfect execution, solid landing, high artistic merit, not to mention an unexpected move: +3 GOE, easily, and he grins, satisfied.
"Okay."
Yuri's blinking at him from behind his glasses, but at least whatever it was that had him looking like a turtle that wanted to pull its head into its shell and hide from the world is no longer camped on his face, so Victor chances it, leans in just enough to kiss him once before he straightens.
But not a perfunctory one. Not there and gone. His free hand lifting to Yuri's jaw, this kiss sweet and lingering, because he's still in no rush to actually pull away, even if he does, eventually. Pulls back, and eyes that tray that's been such a source of annoyance for him tonight. "You didn't want anything else, did you?"
Offering the tray after he picks it up, like an especially poor waiter who just wants his guests to leave so he can close up shop, but it's not like there's much left. Yuri was hungry and ate most of his meal, and there are only a couple of dumplings and sad, cold vegetables left to be had.
Still, he offers, before putting the tray back on the cart, and taking a moment to look around for the –– "Oh, there it is."
The tag for the dry cleaning bag that he'd dropped when Yuri got out of the shower. Its string gets looped around the hangar neck of the bag, which he zips up and throws over one forearm, like a jacket he got tired of wearing, before looking back at Yuri. "Do you need any more ice, Yuri? I can go get some while I'm up."
Translation: he'd really rather not have to get up again, once he's finished here.
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"Okay."
Yuri's blinking at him from behind his glasses, but at least whatever it was that had him looking like a turtle that wanted to pull its head into its shell and hide from the world is no longer camped on his face, so Victor chances it, leans in just enough to kiss him once before he straightens.
But not a perfunctory one. Not there and gone. His free hand lifting to Yuri's jaw, this kiss sweet and lingering, because he's still in no rush to actually pull away, even if he does, eventually. Pulls back, and eyes that tray that's been such a source of annoyance for him tonight. "You didn't want anything else, did you?"
Offering the tray after he picks it up, like an especially poor waiter who just wants his guests to leave so he can close up shop, but it's not like there's much left. Yuri was hungry and ate most of his meal, and there are only a couple of dumplings and sad, cold vegetables left to be had.
Still, he offers, before putting the tray back on the cart, and taking a moment to look around for the –– "Oh, there it is."
The tag for the dry cleaning bag that he'd dropped when Yuri got out of the shower. Its string gets looped around the hangar neck of the bag, which he zips up and throws over one forearm, like a jacket he got tired of wearing, before looking back at Yuri. "Do you need any more ice, Yuri? I can go get some while I'm up."
Translation: he'd really rather not have to get up again, once he's finished here.