Victor shifts and Yuri goes still, like it might stop it, but it doesn't. Victor voice, sleep-thick, and soft, and spacey as Yuri's brain still feels, slips through the silence and Yuri's squeezing his hand gently, before even deciding to. Stopping as soon as realizing, but taking a second before catching up with the still pressing problem, with fact he needs to put it down.
He has to think for a second longer to get from お手洗い to "Bathroom." Then stringing more than one word in English, "I'll be right back."
Which is a strange thing to hear in his own mouth, even if he picked the words, as much as anything this late, this tired, and this much in need of getting up just to go to sleep feels picked. Still that sticks itself between his teeth and the notches of his spine, as he's slipping out. Setting Victor's hand down on the bed gently.
I'll be right back, he said.
He'll be right back ( ... to Victor's bed).
His brain doesn't even feel like it has enough to put up a fight or much of a defense. Enough energy to think much of anything. He keeps a hand out for where he remembers the wall being at the edge of the room. It's not that hard to trail himself from there to the door, and slip into the bathroom. There's a second he considers the light, but avoids it. The idea of having them flare bright at him seems like asking for a spotlight.
He's fine. In the dark. Even if his eyes barely feel open the whole time he is. He manages. Even washes his hands. Only has to spend about ten or so seconds working on relocating the door knob itself after finding the door just fine. A lot smaller than everything else in the darkness. But that completed, with overwhelming relief from need, everything feels like it's already sinking and sucking back inward. From the top of his head back toward the center of him.
A yawn getting covered with the fingers of one hand as the other closes the bathroom behind him. He brushes the wall with his fingertips and crosses the room back to the bed, pulling the blanket back over him. Only seeming to realize the chilly winter night air had been nipping at his bare skin as the comforter starts wiping it's shadow away.
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Date: 2017-05-16 01:08 am (UTC)He has to think for a second longer to get from お手洗い to "Bathroom."
Then stringing more than one word in English, "I'll be right back."
Which is a strange thing to hear in his own mouth, even if he picked the words, as much as anything this late, this tired, and this much in need of getting up just to go to sleep feels picked. Still that sticks itself between his teeth and the notches of his spine, as he's slipping out. Setting Victor's hand down on the bed gently.
I'll be right back, he said.
His brain doesn't even feel like it has enough to put up a fight or much of a defense. Enough energy to think much of anything. He keeps a hand out for where he remembers the wall being at the edge of the room. It's not that hard to trail himself from there to the door, and slip into the bathroom. There's a second he considers the light, but avoids it. The idea of having them flare bright at him seems like asking for a spotlight.
He's fine. In the dark. Even if his eyes barely feel open the whole time he is. He manages. Even washes his hands. Only has to spend about ten or so seconds working on relocating the door knob itself after finding the door just fine. A lot smaller than everything else in the darkness. But that completed, with overwhelming relief from need, everything feels like it's already sinking and sucking back inward. From the top of his head back toward the center of him.
A yawn getting covered with the fingers of one hand as the other closes the bathroom behind him. He brushes the wall with his fingertips and crosses the room back to the bed, pulling the blanket back over him. Only seeming to realize the chilly winter night air had been nipping at his bare skin as the comforter starts wiping it's shadow away.