There's a low sound he makes at those first words, and a lift of his shoulders, and against Yuri's stomach, Victor's expression is rueful. "If I were doing it right, it would be easier for you."
But that's not right, either, and he remembers the beach ––
(no one thinks you're weak, Yuri)
–– and puffs out a breath, wanting to clarify. "I don't mean you need things to be easy. But I want to make it easier for you."
Easier to talk. Easier to relax. Easier to breathe. Easier to ... do this, Yuri's hand landing carefully on his shoulder, and making Victor huff out another breath. This one heavy and contended, with no wry undertones, while his skin prickles gently under the palm and fingers that drifts across his shoulder, to the top of his arm. "That feels good."
Yuri might not know what to say, but Victor usually doesn't know what to keep to himself, so between the two of them, they make actually get somewhere.
Which might actually be true, and not just hopefulness talking, when Yuri starts searching for words, somewhere above Victor's head. "It seems so what?"
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But that's not right, either, and he remembers the beach ––
(no one thinks you're weak, Yuri)
–– and puffs out a breath, wanting to clarify. "I don't mean you need things to be easy. But I want to make it easier for you."
Easier to talk. Easier to relax. Easier to breathe. Easier to ... do this, Yuri's hand landing carefully on his shoulder, and making Victor huff out another breath. This one heavy and contended, with no wry undertones, while his skin prickles gently under the palm and fingers that drifts across his shoulder, to the top of his arm. "That feels good."
Yuri might not know what to say, but Victor usually doesn't know what to keep to himself, so between the two of them, they make actually get somewhere.
Which might actually be true, and not just hopefulness talking, when Yuri starts searching for words, somewhere above Victor's head. "It seems so what?"