Victor loads himself down with more and more, and really what ends up sinking into Yuri's head, while everything else is his own body trying to breathe through all of itself, is that it's odd to be doing nothing. To watch Victor pick up what's almost too much for only one person to be carrying, and not offering to help. It feels lazy, and odd, but Victor doesn't even look over once like he can't believe Yuri isn't helping.
Victor, in fact, doesn't once really look like he needs or even wants it. He just bustles about getting everything. Making good on his strange, but true, please excuse me for just a moment, while I tidy up.
Everything a little foreign and strange, and if he narrows his eyes a little, it's not sharp.
It's more like he's trying to put Victor into focus. Victor, who is tidying the room, and telling him to drink water, which now that tray and tea is gone from the bed, will require relocating his cup or getting another one from the table or bathroom, and geting up from the bed, and Victor still had gone to trouble of leaving him laid out on his back on the end of his bed instead of sitting, before doing it all.
For no more reason than he could. Is it strange how absolutely unstrange that is?
Yuri made an affirmative enough sound from where he was and nodded at the same time, even if it wasn't apparents he was trying to stop the something like top the dozenth okay from being the only constant word that seemed to be coming out of his mouth. Water wasn't hard, and he probably should. He'd never quite planned to stop drinking the tea until it was gone, but that had gotten away from him, and them both.
But it would be cold, and he'd already said no, Victor laden with everything and vanishing with it, and water was fine.
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Date: 2017-04-28 01:30 am (UTC)Victor, in fact, doesn't once really look like he needs or even wants it. He just bustles about getting everything.
Making good on his strange, but true, please excuse me for just a moment, while I tidy up.
Everything a little foreign and strange, and if he narrows his eyes a little, it's not sharp.
It's more like he's trying to put Victor into focus. Victor, who is tidying the room, and telling him to drink water, which now that tray and tea is gone from the bed, will require relocating his cup or getting another one from the table or bathroom, and geting up from the bed, and Victor still had gone to trouble of leaving him laid out on his back on the end of his bed instead of sitting, before doing it all.
For no more reason than he could. Is it strange how absolutely unstrange that is?
Yuri made an affirmative enough sound from where he was and nodded at the same time, even if it wasn't apparents he was trying to stop the something like top the dozenth okay from being the only constant word that seemed to be coming out of his mouth. Water wasn't hard, and he probably should. He'd never quite planned to stop drinking the tea until it was gone, but that had gotten away from him, and them both.
But it would be cold, and he'd already said no, Victor laden with everything and vanishing with it, and water was fine.