Yuri is explaining, in a sleep-thick voice, but all Victor feels is his hand being squeezed, and all he hears is Yuri saying he'll be right back. It never even occurs to him it could be a lie: he's still close to sleep, his brain too fuzzed and hazy to take it at anything but face value. Yuri says he'll be right back, so Victor lets his hand drop to that warm dip he left behind in the mattress, and curls towards the pillow that smells like him, eyes falling closed again.
Probably he falls back asleep. Certainly he doesn't notice if the bathroom light comes on, or hear the water running, or even know how long Yuri's gone. The next thing he knows is the sheets lifting and the mattress dipping under a new weight, and he shifts to make room, only to curl towards that warm body, on instinct, as soon as he can. Arm across Yuri's stomach, head settling close enough he can brush his mouth over Yuri's shoulder, mumble something sleep-soaked and fond that he barely realizes he's saying into the crook of his neck.
It doesn't matter. Not the words, or their precise meaning, because they all mean the same thing: stay here. Don't go. I need you.
Everything that's always been true, that he's never been able to say, and it doesn't matter if he uses those words, or not, or if it comes out more like: "You came back."
Mumbled and already more than halfway to sleep again, as his arm tightens and he settles along Yuri's side, with a jaw-cracking yawn that turns into a heavy, huffing sigh.
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Date: 2017-05-16 01:27 am (UTC)Yuri is explaining, in a sleep-thick voice, but all Victor feels is his hand being squeezed, and all he hears is Yuri saying he'll be right back. It never even occurs to him it could be a lie: he's still close to sleep, his brain too fuzzed and hazy to take it at anything but face value. Yuri says he'll be right back, so Victor lets his hand drop to that warm dip he left behind in the mattress, and curls towards the pillow that smells like him, eyes falling closed again.
Probably he falls back asleep. Certainly he doesn't notice if the bathroom light comes on, or hear the water running, or even know how long Yuri's gone. The next thing he knows is the sheets lifting and the mattress dipping under a new weight, and he shifts to make room, only to curl towards that warm body, on instinct, as soon as he can. Arm across Yuri's stomach, head settling close enough he can brush his mouth over Yuri's shoulder, mumble something sleep-soaked and fond that he barely realizes he's saying into the crook of his neck.
It doesn't matter. Not the words, or their precise meaning, because they all mean the same thing: stay here. Don't go. I need you.
Everything that's always been true, that he's never been able to say, and it doesn't matter if he uses those words, or not, or if it comes out more like: "You came back."
Mumbled and already more than halfway to sleep again, as his arm tightens and he settles along Yuri's side, with a jaw-cracking yawn that turns into a heavy, huffing sigh.
Yuri's back. The details don't really matter.