This is worse than the time he and Chris snuck a full bottle of vodka past Yakov and Josef at Worlds and wound up wandering the streets of Calgary while Victor tried to teach Chris Russian folk songs and Chris wound up stripping for an extremely appreciative hen party. It's worse than any rowdy after-party he's ever been to, worse than even just two nights ago, that rice wine-flavored haze that keeps dancing just out of reach of his memory. He's never felt drunk like this, when he hasn't had a drop of alcohol in almost two days.
All because of Yuri, and Yuri's cute blush over there, and Yuri's awkward tilt in towards him, and the joy on Yuri's face when he'd skated towards the gate in the full knowledge that he'd been excellent, outstanding. Even now that he seems to have forgotten how to talk, this giddy incoherence soaking Victor's brain and turning him into a useless fool isn't going anywhere. Nothing like how Yuri wasn't talking to him earlier today, although he has to wonder if he's going to get shouted and cried at again tonight.
That's all right. It all is, would be, as long as Yuri hasn't changed his mind. Victor can handle being yelled at, as long as he can hold onto Yuri for it. For now, Yuri can be silent if he wants, but that can only last so long: Victor has questions to ask and admissions to make and there's so much he wants to know. Why his flip? Why tonight? Was it because of what Yuri said downstairs in the garage, that he was afraid of his failures reflecting on Victor? Did it go all the back to I've always looked up to you from that morning on the beach when everything finally began to fit together? How long has it been? How long has Victor been wrong?
His pocket is buzzing, but he ignores it: texts from friends, possibly from Minako (he'll get an earful from her tomorrow for stealing Yuri away, he's sure, especially since she wasn't planning on going to Moscow with them), notifications as he's tagged in social media posts. All of it can wait, as they're walking up towards the hotel and he holds open the glass door for Yuri to head in.
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Date: 2017-04-13 12:02 pm (UTC)All because of Yuri, and Yuri's cute blush over there, and Yuri's awkward tilt in towards him, and the joy on Yuri's face when he'd skated towards the gate in the full knowledge that he'd been excellent, outstanding. Even now that he seems to have forgotten how to talk, this giddy incoherence soaking Victor's brain and turning him into a useless fool isn't going anywhere. Nothing like how Yuri wasn't talking to him earlier today, although he has to wonder if he's going to get shouted and cried at again tonight.
That's all right. It all is, would be, as long as Yuri hasn't changed his mind. Victor can handle being yelled at, as long as he can hold onto Yuri for it. For now, Yuri can be silent if he wants, but that can only last so long: Victor has questions to ask and admissions to make and there's so much he wants to know. Why his flip? Why tonight? Was it because of what Yuri said downstairs in the garage, that he was afraid of his failures reflecting on Victor? Did it go all the back to I've always looked up to you from that morning on the beach when everything finally began to fit together? How long has it been? How long has Victor been wrong?
His pocket is buzzing, but he ignores it: texts from friends, possibly from Minako (he'll get an earful from her tomorrow for stealing Yuri away, he's sure, especially since she wasn't planning on going to Moscow with them), notifications as he's tagged in social media posts. All of it can wait, as they're walking up towards the hotel and he holds open the glass door for Yuri to head in.