The first question takes him a bit by surprise, but he at least as the grace to look a little abashed when he shakes his head. If he remembered, he wouldn't be asking, but the whole night is a blur: he remembers the restaurant, the food, and walking back with his arm around Yuri's shoulders, but the rest ...

Which only makes Yuri's second question more worrying. "What do you mean?"

He wouldn't? He wouldn't? That's not right, he'd spent so long making sure that was exactly the thing he didn't do. Everything he wanted to do, and couldn't, until just now.

Not two night ago. Not eight months ago. Not until today.

(He'd thought about it. Dreamed about it, even. Planned out how he would and could, when he could no longer keep himself from thinking about it at all.

But he didn't.

... Did he?)