First, Yuri moves too sharply and actually does fall, and, second, Victor lurches up onto his knees to catch him, one hand wrapped around Yuri's wrist and the other arm secure around his waist, and he stays there until it feels like Yuri's secure, before pulling him back towards the center of the bed and letting go, because something else happened, too.
Yuri flinched.
Yuri startled. Yuri moved on instinct, and it wasn't because he was falling off the mattress: he almost fell because he was trying to get away. From Victor.
Which means that as soon as Yuri's safe from falling off and landing on his head, or his sore hip, or anywhere else, Victor lets him go like he's on fire, even when it feels like the sick lurch of slamming the ice or the wall in this realization, that Yuri is ...
Afraid of him? Horrified by him? Disgusted with him?
Repelled enough that he almost threw himself off the bed, rather than be close to Victor, and there's nothing Victor can do about it aside from not touch him, even when it means his hands have to fist in on themselves tightly enough he can feel the nails biting into his palms. "I shouldn't have what?"
He still doesn't understand, can't tell, doesn't know, only knows that Yuri is upset and that Yuri jumped away from him hard enough he almost went crashing to the ground, and that neither of those things is how he thought this morning would go. "I don't understand."
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Date: 2017-05-16 05:20 pm (UTC)First, Yuri moves too sharply and actually does fall, and, second, Victor lurches up onto his knees to catch him, one hand wrapped around Yuri's wrist and the other arm secure around his waist, and he stays there until it feels like Yuri's secure, before pulling him back towards the center of the bed and letting go, because something else happened, too.
Yuri flinched.
Yuri startled. Yuri moved on instinct, and it wasn't because he was falling off the mattress: he almost fell because he was trying to get away. From Victor.
Which means that as soon as Yuri's safe from falling off and landing on his head, or his sore hip, or anywhere else, Victor lets him go like he's on fire, even when it feels like the sick lurch of slamming the ice or the wall in this realization, that Yuri is ...
Afraid of him? Horrified by him? Disgusted with him?
Repelled enough that he almost threw himself off the bed, rather than be close to Victor, and there's nothing Victor can do about it aside from not touch him, even when it means his hands have to fist in on themselves tightly enough he can feel the nails biting into his palms. "I shouldn't have what?"
He still doesn't understand, can't tell, doesn't know, only knows that Yuri is upset and that Yuri jumped away from him hard enough he almost went crashing to the ground, and that neither of those things is how he thought this morning would go. "I don't understand."