That's easy, Victor says, like Victor wasn't offering to just shut him up with a kiss five seconds beforehand.
That's easy, the way absolutely no single breath of air going into Yuri's body is easy anymore. That's easy, when Yuri is flinching, shoulders up fast enough it's like he expects it to hurt like getting punched, from the soft touch of a finger on his cheek, from Victor touching his tears, his face, him, like this, but it's only the catch a second, of that flinch, before Victor has thrown his arms back around Yuri.
And he stands there.
Heart still pounding everywhere. Hitching breaths too loud in his own ears, next to Victor's.
Stands there, confused and overwhelmed already, and confused, again, by this.
When he doesn't even know if he can move, or even if he did whether it would be to shove Victor back or bury his hands in some part of Victor like he was the only thing left on the planet that was solid at all. Desperate enough to grab ahold even as he was drowning, even if all it would be was weakness, and all it would do would be to drag Victor down into this darkness with him. He doesn't know what's right any more than what's wrong than what he wants and has no clue which of those it is now.
But Victor is standing back up, before Yuri can so much as think to react, more than even move to react. Because they have to go. Like he said ... was it only minutes ago? Minutes ago. Everything is upside down.
There's cheering, again. He can hear it while he's staring at Victor. Someone else has finished. He's either next, or one away. He doesn't know. Hasn't had a clue since he got down here. Since everything got worse down here. But he has to go back. They do. He has to skate. Yuri can't quite bring himself to even look to the hand that's left on his shoulder, pressure on his jacket, on his costume, on his body, but he nods anyway.
He has to go. They have to go. There's no more time anymore.
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Date: 2017-04-09 02:43 pm (UTC)That's easy, the way absolutely no single breath of air going into Yuri's body is easy anymore. That's easy, when Yuri is flinching, shoulders up fast enough it's like he expects it to hurt like getting punched, from the soft touch of a finger on his cheek, from Victor touching his tears, his face, him, like this, but it's only the catch a second, of that flinch, before Victor has thrown his arms back around Yuri.
And he stands there.
Heart still pounding everywhere.
Hitching breaths too loud in his own ears, next to Victor's.
Stands there, confused and overwhelmed already, and confused, again, by this.
When he doesn't even know if he can move, or even if he did whether it would be to shove Victor back or bury his hands in some part of Victor like he was the only thing left on the planet that was solid at all. Desperate enough to grab ahold even as he was drowning, even if all it would be was weakness, and all it would do would be to drag Victor down into this darkness with him. He doesn't know what's right any more than what's wrong than what he wants and has no clue which of those it is now.
But Victor is standing back up, before Yuri can so much as think to react, more than even move to react.
Because they have to go. Like he said ... was it only minutes ago? Minutes ago. Everything is upside down.
There's cheering, again. He can hear it while he's staring at Victor. Someone else has finished. He's either next, or one away. He doesn't know. Hasn't had a clue since he got down here. Since everything got worse down here. But he has to go back. They do. He has to skate. Yuri can't quite bring himself to even look to the hand that's left on his shoulder, pressure on his jacket, on his costume, on his body, but he nods anyway.
He has to go. They have to go. There's no more time anymore.