He wonders if any of this has to do with Yuri's meltdown in the garage, but dismisses it. The skate had been incredible, wonderful, and it had certainly seemed like it had put Yuri's fears mostly to rest, and, anyway, it's probably ridiculous to think that any of what Yuri's thinking about now has to do with what happened before Victor tackled him onto the ice. Everything else just seems to be taking a back seat in comparison.
Which is probably how it should be, even if how it should be doesn't include Yuri sitting so stiffly over there like he's afraid to push past some invisible line and accidentally touch Victor. "It'll be easier to ice your hip if you lie down."
That doesn't have anything to do with what he'd just said, or Yuri's response, and it doesn't even help with the frustration in Yuri's voice, and he wonders if now is the time to offer to just kiss him again, but that seems ... wrong, right? Probably wrong. Probably something Minako would have him by the ear for, while Yuuko hid her exasperated expression in her palm because it turns out Victor really isn't all that good with people.
Not up close and personal. Not when his own feelings are a confused mess. Or, were. They aren't anymore. Everything exists in perfect clarity for him on that count: what he doesn't know is what to do.
Which makes him sigh, disappointed with himself. "Ah, I'm not very good at this." Something he said before and is likely to say again, but that's only because it's almost certainly going to remain true. "What should I do? Can I hug you? Will that help?"
It'll help him, anyway, and that's probably why, even as he's asking, he's scooting over to butt his head into Yuri's side and reach to wrap arms around his middle, temple pressing into Yuri's stomach, which makes this next sigh sound entirely different: less disappointed, more content, deeply affectionate. "Oh, you're comfortable."
Half mumbled into Yuri's shirt in surprised gratitude, while his shoulders slump in delighted relaxation, blithely ignoring the fact that he'll have to move, if Yuri's going to follow his advice.
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Which is probably how it should be, even if how it should be doesn't include Yuri sitting so stiffly over there like he's afraid to push past some invisible line and accidentally touch Victor. "It'll be easier to ice your hip if you lie down."
That doesn't have anything to do with what he'd just said, or Yuri's response, and it doesn't even help with the frustration in Yuri's voice, and he wonders if now is the time to offer to just kiss him again, but that seems ... wrong, right? Probably wrong. Probably something Minako would have him by the ear for, while Yuuko hid her exasperated expression in her palm because it turns out Victor really isn't all that good with people.
Not up close and personal. Not when his own feelings are a confused mess. Or, were. They aren't anymore. Everything exists in perfect clarity for him on that count: what he doesn't know is what to do.
Which makes him sigh, disappointed with himself. "Ah, I'm not very good at this." Something he said before and is likely to say again, but that's only because it's almost certainly going to remain true. "What should I do? Can I hug you? Will that help?"
It'll help him, anyway, and that's probably why, even as he's asking, he's scooting over to butt his head into Yuri's side and reach to wrap arms around his middle, temple pressing into Yuri's stomach, which makes this next sigh sound entirely different: less disappointed, more content, deeply affectionate. "Oh, you're comfortable."
Half mumbled into Yuri's shirt in surprised gratitude, while his shoulders slump in delighted relaxation, blithely ignoring the fact that he'll have to move, if Yuri's going to follow his advice.