This is like and not like trying to talk to Yuri in the garage –– was that only a little over an hour ago? how is that possible? –– but while he wants to get to the bottom of it, he has to tread more carefully.
Maybe he had to shatter the tension in the garage, and break Yuri's heart to fix Yuri's head, but cracking any part of this delicate eggshell he's balancing is the last thing he wants to do right now. If he hurts Yuri now, even by accident, even with the best of intentions, even if it's only by miscommunication and misunderstanding, he'd never forgive himself.
So he watches Yuri glance down at the floor and struggle with his thoughts, looking like he wants to push his fingers together and never meet Victor's eyes again, and he weighs his response in his head as he lets go of Yuri's hand to fish for the key card in his pocket and unlock the door. "I was only sorry if I embarrassed you on the street, Yuri."
There's a satisfying click and the light turns green, and Victor wishes he could navigate this as easily. Well, maybe he can: this misconception is one he can clear up quickly and without confusion.
He hopes.
The handle turns easily under his hand, and he pushes the door open for Yuri, waits to follow him in. The room is dark and quiet and as the door clicks softly closed behind him, he feels something else click open in his chest to breathe and unfurl, even as he's leaning Yuri's bag near the closet, slipping off his gloves, shrugging off his coat to hang it. "I know you aren't as comfortable in public as I am."
He should change out of his suit, or at least slip off his shoes, but what he does is go to take Yuri's hand –– finally able to feel his fingers and palm and the soft skin right at the wrist –– and lead him gently over to sit on the edge of the bed, Victor's near leg tucked up so he can face Yuri. "I don't care who sees or what they think. I'm not ashamed of how I feel."
The whole world could know and comment, and it probably will, and he still wouldn't care about anything but the way Yuri looks at him with trust, and how fiercely he wants to protect that. "But I was sorry if I made you uncomfortable. And if you changed your mind, I'll be sorry if I kissed you without permission. But if you haven't..."
Now he does smile, a little, drawing all his lifetime experience of charm and appeal to the forefront. "You should know I plan to keep doing it."
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Date: 2017-04-13 04:12 pm (UTC)Maybe he had to shatter the tension in the garage, and break Yuri's heart to fix Yuri's head, but cracking any part of this delicate eggshell he's balancing is the last thing he wants to do right now. If he hurts Yuri now, even by accident, even with the best of intentions, even if it's only by miscommunication and misunderstanding, he'd never forgive himself.
So he watches Yuri glance down at the floor and struggle with his thoughts, looking like he wants to push his fingers together and never meet Victor's eyes again, and he weighs his response in his head as he lets go of Yuri's hand to fish for the key card in his pocket and unlock the door. "I was only sorry if I embarrassed you on the street, Yuri."
There's a satisfying click and the light turns green, and Victor wishes he could navigate this as easily. Well, maybe he can: this misconception is one he can clear up quickly and without confusion.
He hopes.
The handle turns easily under his hand, and he pushes the door open for Yuri, waits to follow him in. The room is dark and quiet and as the door clicks softly closed behind him, he feels something else click open in his chest to breathe and unfurl, even as he's leaning Yuri's bag near the closet, slipping off his gloves, shrugging off his coat to hang it. "I know you aren't as comfortable in public as I am."
He should change out of his suit, or at least slip off his shoes, but what he does is go to take Yuri's hand –– finally able to feel his fingers and palm and the soft skin right at the wrist –– and lead him gently over to sit on the edge of the bed, Victor's near leg tucked up so he can face Yuri. "I don't care who sees or what they think. I'm not ashamed of how I feel."
The whole world could know and comment, and it probably will, and he still wouldn't care about anything but the way Yuri looks at him with trust, and how fiercely he wants to protect that. "But I was sorry if I made you uncomfortable. And if you changed your mind, I'll be sorry if I kissed you without permission. But if you haven't..."
Now he does smile, a little, drawing all his lifetime experience of charm and appeal to the forefront. "You should know I plan to keep doing it."