"Didn't I say this wasn't a conversation? You have to be on tonight, and worrying about it won't help, but this will."
Well, he said it wasn't a request, but it's the same basic idea, right? And anyway, Yuri's doing what he said, even if he's doing it slowly, so Victor can grab his arm and toss him bodily onto the bare mattress before flinging the sheet on top of him like a garnish. He doesn't stop there, though: Yuri's being reluctant enough that Victor suspects he's only waiting for the door to close and Victor to be down the hall to get up and worry some more.
Well, there's one way to make sure that doesn't happen, and that's to settle himself right at Yuri's side, head propped on the palm of one hand, the other patting the sheet over Yuri's stomach affectionately. "Nap until this evening's event starts. It'll be fine."
The nap, and the event itself. Everything will be fine. Yuri will be fine. They'll get through this just like they have everything leading up to it. "I always slept in until the last minute before competitions, too." In the hours and minutes when more practice wouldn't help, but more rest would.
His own eyes sliding closed, because the room is warm and dark and he's tired, too, and Yuri is right there, all wrapped in his sheet and looking adorably confused, and it's really just sheer gravity that pulls him down, arm and leg across that body, ear landing right over the center of Yuri's chest, where his heart is thudding strong and steady and just a little faster than it should.
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Date: 2017-04-07 07:15 pm (UTC)Well, he said it wasn't a request, but it's the same basic idea, right? And anyway, Yuri's doing what he said, even if he's doing it slowly, so Victor can grab his arm and toss him bodily onto the bare mattress before flinging the sheet on top of him like a garnish. He doesn't stop there, though: Yuri's being reluctant enough that Victor suspects he's only waiting for the door to close and Victor to be down the hall to get up and worry some more.
Well, there's one way to make sure that doesn't happen, and that's to settle himself right at Yuri's side, head propped on the palm of one hand, the other patting the sheet over Yuri's stomach affectionately. "Nap until this evening's event starts. It'll be fine."
The nap, and the event itself. Everything will be fine. Yuri will be fine. They'll get through this just like they have everything leading up to it. "I always slept in until the last minute before competitions, too." In the hours and minutes when more practice wouldn't help, but more rest would.
His own eyes sliding closed, because the room is warm and dark and he's tired, too, and Yuri is right there, all wrapped in his sheet and looking adorably confused, and it's really just sheer gravity that pulls him down, arm and leg across that body, ear landing right over the center of Yuri's chest, where his heart is thudding strong and steady and just a little faster than it should.