Yuri blinks sleep-muddled eyes at him and opens his mouth to answer but instead falls victim to a jaw-cracking yawn that is too adorable for words (or reason, probably: he doesn't understand why he finds it so endearing, but that could be true of everything about Yuri that continually trips him up and sends him spiralling into a cloud of adoring fascination), and Victor can't keep from smiling, indulgent and fond, at the words that stumble after it. "I don't want you to get up."
That would be beside the point. "I want you to get some sleep."
But he didn't mean anywhere else. Isn't that obvious? Yuri stayed with him that whole night after they went to get hotpot, and that was before any of this found its way into the air between them. Yuri is exhausted, and already falling asleep right here, and it doesn't make any kind of sense to banish him from this bed just for the sake of propriety. "Just stay here."
If he gets up to move to the other bed, Victor might just follow him, anyway. It's not rational, and it's probably not appropriate, and Yuri may still have some doubts about Victor's intentions, here, but all of that can be worked out tomorrow, can't it? He knows he won't be able to keep Yuri here every night, can't even remember having him here just two nights ago, but tonight is ... different. The first real night. The first time he's been able to do any of this. The first time he thought it might be an option.
The idea of letting Yuri go anywhere else, of letting go of him, is incomprehensible, and so he dismisses it out of turn. "I promise I'll just let you sleep. Just ..."
Settling his head on the pillow next to Yuri's, fingers slipping softly into that shock of black hair, to stroke through it in a slow and gentle rhythm. "Stay with me. Please."
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Date: 2017-05-14 04:48 pm (UTC)That would be beside the point. "I want you to get some sleep."
But he didn't mean anywhere else. Isn't that obvious? Yuri stayed with him that whole night after they went to get hotpot, and that was before any of this found its way into the air between them. Yuri is exhausted, and already falling asleep right here, and it doesn't make any kind of sense to banish him from this bed just for the sake of propriety. "Just stay here."
If he gets up to move to the other bed, Victor might just follow him, anyway. It's not rational, and it's probably not appropriate, and Yuri may still have some doubts about Victor's intentions, here, but all of that can be worked out tomorrow, can't it? He knows he won't be able to keep Yuri here every night, can't even remember having him here just two nights ago, but tonight is ... different. The first real night. The first time he's been able to do any of this. The first time he thought it might be an option.
The idea of letting Yuri go anywhere else, of letting go of him, is incomprehensible, and so he dismisses it out of turn. "I promise I'll just let you sleep. Just ..."
Settling his head on the pillow next to Yuri's, fingers slipping softly into that shock of black hair, to stroke through it in a slow and gentle rhythm. "Stay with me. Please."