If he dreams about anything, he doesn't remember it: all he knows is he's closing his eyes and listening to the sound of Yuri's heart beating and the rush of his blood and breath, and then his eyes are opening again in the gloom. It could be any time, but he's never needed an alarm for this, and when he shifts, making a sleepy noise, and lifts his head up off Yuri's chest to blink at the clock, he's right: they have just about an hour before they need to be at the rink, which gives them plenty of time to get changed and make their way over.
He sits up with a sigh, and rubs at his eyes, shakes Yuri's shoulder with his hand as it drops. "Yuri, time to get up. There's time for you to shower, if you want."
He wants one. The only problem with afternoon naps is they leave him feeling flushed and sluggish, and his next yawn is jaw-crackingly huge as he stretches, and gets up off the edge of the mattress to go open the drapes again. Some water –– hot or cold, he doesn't care –– and something to drink, and he'll be ready to go again, ready for that suit hanging waiting in the closet, ready for the free skate.
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Date: 2017-04-08 02:04 am (UTC)He sits up with a sigh, and rubs at his eyes, shakes Yuri's shoulder with his hand as it drops. "Yuri, time to get up. There's time for you to shower, if you want."
He wants one. The only problem with afternoon naps is they leave him feeling flushed and sluggish, and his next yawn is jaw-crackingly huge as he stretches, and gets up off the edge of the mattress to go open the drapes again. Some water –– hot or cold, he doesn't care –– and something to drink, and he'll be ready to go again, ready for that suit hanging waiting in the closet, ready for the free skate.
Hopefully Yuri will be, too.