He isn't aware of anything after falling asleep –– if he dreams, he doesn't remember it –– but it feels like only seconds before he's blinking sticky eyes open into the warm darkness. Even then, he only feels the pillow under his cheek, the soft sheet over him and the weight of the comforter above that. The slight sensation of too warm because for some reason he fell asleep in a t-shirt and long pants, rather than just in briefs, like he's used to, and he's moving his hand to tug at the waist of his pants when he realizes what woke him up.
Motion. Movement. The mattress shifting.
Yuri.
Yuri getting up –– or maybe coming back? –– and Victor can't remember why he's here, but he also can't remember why he thinks this should be strange. The only thing he can think is that, if Yuri's here, he doesn't want him to go anywhere else. "You're leaving?"
A thick mumble, from under one cracked eye, pried from his pillow, even as he shifts towards that warmth and weight. Yuri.
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Date: 2017-05-16 12:43 am (UTC)Motion. Movement. The mattress shifting.
Yuri.
Yuri getting up –– or maybe coming back? –– and Victor can't remember why he's here, but he also can't remember why he thinks this should be strange. The only thing he can think is that, if Yuri's here, he doesn't want him to go anywhere else. "You're leaving?"
A thick mumble, from under one cracked eye, pried from his pillow, even as he shifts towards that warmth and weight. Yuri.
All he knows is, no one should be moving.