Yuri can't seem to stop, and Victor's lost track of the music upstairs, or anything but the words pouring out of him, the tears spilling down his face, how he's holding himself so tightly it looks like he's going to tear a muscle. Victor's really not sure if he should touch him or not: this is not in his wheelhouse of experience.
But that final confession, the one that's spat out like Yuri's had it in his mouth all day, at least that he knows how to respond to, can relax a little against. Finally, an answer. "Of course I don't."
Quit? Leave? It's never crossed his mind, not even once.
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Date: 2017-04-09 11:18 am (UTC)But that final confession, the one that's spat out like Yuri's had it in his mouth all day, at least that he knows how to respond to, can relax a little against. Finally, an answer. "Of course I don't."
Quit? Leave? It's never crossed his mind, not even once.