If Yuri's expression is a testament to his defeat at Victor's first question -- cut in his direction like this is obvious. Like he doesn't want Victor to make this cute, or some joke. That he can't even manage to wake up and pick up his own phone without feeling like he's all the way outside his clothes and his skin all over again
-- it's horrified a second later. When Victor doesn't stop. Victor piles more questions on the second. Impossible words.
Words Yuri wouldn't even believe Victor could form with his own mouth, with anything short of arrogant, lightness at the ludicrousness of the idea. Of anyone not loving him. Except. Victor isn't smiling. Victor is looking at him, stricken and still in the darkness, like Victor of all people in the world believes that an option?
That Yuri could be ashamed of him? Like Yuri doesn't spend every day of his life trying not to drag Victor down with him and trying not to be terrified into the certainty he already has, is every second Victor stays? Hadn't he said that yesterday? Screamed it? Hadn't that even made sense?
But Victor was staring at him. Staring at him. Like he believed it could -- this was at all about --
"No." It finally gasps out of him, realizing he's just staring, mouth dropped.
"How could I? How could anyone?" He was lucky every single day Victor even deigned to keep being here, every day he woke up and Victor was still his coach, they were still headed toward the Grand Prix Finale together. It was more than a miracle, and only short of not being possible because it kept happening every morning, that Victor even showed up in Yutopia because of some amateur youtube video.
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Date: 2017-05-16 07:21 pm (UTC)-- it's horrified a second later. When Victor doesn't stop.
Victor piles more questions on the second. Impossible words.
Words Yuri wouldn't even believe Victor could form with his own mouth, with anything short of arrogant, lightness at the ludicrousness of the idea. Of anyone not loving him. Except. Victor isn't smiling. Victor is looking at him, stricken and still in the darkness, like Victor of all people in the world believes that an option?
That Yuri could be ashamed of him? Like Yuri doesn't spend every day of his life trying not to drag Victor down with him and trying not to be terrified into the certainty he already has, is every second Victor stays? Hadn't he said that yesterday? Screamed it? Hadn't that even made sense?
But Victor was staring at him. Staring at him. Like he believed it could -- this was at all about --
"No." It finally gasps out of him, realizing he's just staring, mouth dropped.
"How could I? How could anyone?" He was lucky every single day Victor even deigned to keep being here, every day he woke up and Victor was still his coach, they were still headed toward the Grand Prix Finale together. It was more than a miracle, and only short of not being possible because it kept happening every morning, that Victor even showed up in Yutopia because of some amateur youtube video.