Victor doesn't defend himself or explain. Which really isn't anything new. Is it. He just smiles merrily, looking like he's not apologetic about the happenstance of thieving Yuri's luggage from him, at whatever point that was, and nothing like phased, about ... anything else at all. He looks like he always does. Maybe a little smugger and more unapologetic than ever. Innocent of all wrong doing.
While Yuri's cheeks are a scalded mix of mottling, and his feet are suddenly very connected to the ground, to his body. To (-- everything that is not Victor, while Victor stands that distance from and then) Victor is telling him to hurry up. Like the world isn't, hasn't, very suddenly, very recently, become a spinning top, where it does make sense no matter how fast or slow it's going, no matter where he's standing.
He might exchange it for his morning, if he was given the option.
(Except.)
Still his first point, in what feels like a very long time and the only one he can remember in a while, stands. There's only one place for him to go, and even only one person for him to go there with, even if that person is Victor, and Victor has somehow, impossibly, miraculously, also, kissed him, several times, and is walking away from him. Complaining like Yuri might be dragging his feet about them getting somewhere, or getting a day started, like any other day.
It's -- it's easier almost not to ask, even though he knows he will, already is -- and to just start walking. If, maybe, a little to the side. A little too aware of the world everywhere suddenly. Hands shoving into his pockets.
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Date: 2017-04-13 01:04 am (UTC)While Yuri's cheeks are a scalded mix of mottling, and his feet are suddenly very connected to the ground, to his body. To (-- everything that is not Victor, while Victor stands that distance from and then) Victor is telling him to hurry up. Like the world isn't, hasn't, very suddenly, very recently, become a spinning top, where it does make sense no matter how fast or slow it's going, no matter where he's standing.
He might exchange it for his morning, if he was given the option.
(Except.)
Still his first point, in what feels like a very long time and the only one he can remember in a while, stands. There's only one place for him to go, and even only one person for him to go there with, even if that person is Victor, and Victor has somehow, impossibly, miraculously, also, kissed him, several times, and is walking away from him. Complaining like Yuri might be dragging his feet about them getting somewhere, or getting a day started, like any other day.
It's -- it's easier almost not to ask, even though he knows he will, already is -- and to just start walking.
If, maybe, a little to the side. A little too aware of the world everywhere suddenly. Hands shoving into his pockets.