It's not as though Yuri needs a detailed list of his own point, but Victor makes it anyway.
Pointing out that, yes, of course, Yuri has to come back with him. There's no other place for Yuri to go to. (Which is funny? To Victor? Still ?) At least not one that isn't already his. With all of his things in it. It makes him want to sigh, and drop his shoulders, but Victor is still a little too close for anything but an absent collection of those feelings to spin through, but without the power or ability to fall straight into action.
Especially not when it's immediately overridden by stampeded gasp and wide eyes, his shoulders actually bouncing up, instead of down, with the fastest of looks to each side of Victor's face. The first reaction about -- Him? Him distracting Victor? As though this wasn't all Victor who -- getting entirely sideswiped by a carrier engine about the sidewalk. About the world.
When there are definitely people around them. Not close, but definitely some of them are staring at them. And. And. And the arena building isn't even two kilometers behind them. Maybe not even a fully one.
And he is backward before he's realized it. Jumped straight out of the fingers that had been touching him. The inches that had been all there was between them, confused and catching up suddenly with the absent piece of luggage at his feet. The one he expects to trip over, and instead ends up tripping over not being there at all. Suddenly looking to his sides and around, before --
"Hey!" -- is a little too loud, finding it at Victor's side, in Victor's other hand, cool and calm as thought it's always been there. (... and just when had he even last been holding it? When did Victor take it? He had been dagging it out here originally, right?)
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Date: 2017-04-13 12:17 am (UTC)Pointing out that, yes, of course, Yuri has to come back with him. There's no other place for Yuri to go to. (Which is funny? To Victor? Still ?) At least not one that isn't already his. With all of his things in it. It makes him want to sigh, and drop his shoulders, but Victor is still a little too close for anything but an absent collection of those feelings to spin through, but without the power or ability to fall straight into action.
Especially not when it's immediately overridden by stampeded gasp and wide eyes, his shoulders actually bouncing up, instead of down, with the fastest of looks to each side of Victor's face. The first reaction about -- Him? Him distracting Victor? As though this wasn't all Victor who -- getting entirely sideswiped by a carrier engine about the sidewalk. About the world.
When there are definitely people around them. Not close, but definitely some of them are staring at them.
And. And. And the arena building isn't even two kilometers behind them. Maybe not even a fully one.
And he is backward before he's realized it. Jumped straight out of the fingers that had been touching him. The inches that had been all there was between them, confused and catching up suddenly with the absent piece of luggage at his feet. The one he expects to trip over, and instead ends up tripping over not being there at all. Suddenly looking to his sides and around, before --
"Hey!" -- is a little too loud, finding it at Victor's side, in Victor's other hand, cool and calm as thought it's always been there. (... and just when had he even last been holding it? When did Victor take it? He had been dagging it out here originally, right?)