It's the only thing he can say, as Yuri picks out words, discards them, tries to find the right on, and he's shifting closer before even realizing it, only wanting to clear away that unhappy, bereft look on his face. "It's still just ours."
Nothing has changed. Not really. Has it? These photos and theories were going to be all over their notifications today, anyway, because Victor couldn't hold himself back and kissed Yuri in public, in full view of hundreds and maybe thousands of cameras, on a live television stream, and again outside, right on the sidewalk where anyone walking by could see.
His comments haven't changed that, the inescapable nature of media coverage. They maybe fueled the fire, a little, but he didn't say anything inappropriate, did he? Didn't say they were dating, or anything about anything other than his own personal feelings.
Did he?
But it doesn't look like that matters to Yuri, and he looks so miserable Victor doesn't know what to do, isn't sure if he should reach out to pull him into a hug, or touch his cheek, or do anything other than try to convince him it's all going to be fine. "That hasn't changed. It's still just you and me."
Everything else is opinion no one needs to care about, because it has nothing to do with them, in the end. He doesn't want this to be used to push article clicks or headlines any more than Yuri does, but whatever gets published is likely to be more fiction than fact, anyway.
But it's a strange ache in his chest, watching Yuri's face, hearing those words. Like Yuri just wants to keep this ... safe.
Like it's too precious to be shared with the world. Like he feels as though he just lost something treasured, and didn't know how to get it back.
(When was the last time anyone felt that way about him?) "Whatever they think they have, it's not this."
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Date: 2017-05-17 01:50 am (UTC)It's the only thing he can say, as Yuri picks out words, discards them, tries to find the right on, and he's shifting closer before even realizing it, only wanting to clear away that unhappy, bereft look on his face. "It's still just ours."
Nothing has changed. Not really. Has it? These photos and theories were going to be all over their notifications today, anyway, because Victor couldn't hold himself back and kissed Yuri in public, in full view of hundreds and maybe thousands of cameras, on a live television stream, and again outside, right on the sidewalk where anyone walking by could see.
His comments haven't changed that, the inescapable nature of media coverage. They maybe fueled the fire, a little, but he didn't say anything inappropriate, did he? Didn't say they were dating, or anything about anything other than his own personal feelings.
Did he?
But it doesn't look like that matters to Yuri, and he looks so miserable Victor doesn't know what to do, isn't sure if he should reach out to pull him into a hug, or touch his cheek, or do anything other than try to convince him it's all going to be fine. "That hasn't changed. It's still just you and me."
Everything else is opinion no one needs to care about, because it has nothing to do with them, in the end. He doesn't want this to be used to push article clicks or headlines any more than Yuri does, but whatever gets published is likely to be more fiction than fact, anyway.
But it's a strange ache in his chest, watching Yuri's face, hearing those words. Like Yuri just wants to keep this ... safe.
Like it's too precious to be shared with the world. Like he feels as though he just lost something treasured, and didn't know how to get it back.
(When was the last time anyone felt that way about him?) "Whatever they think they have, it's not this."