Yuri pulls back, but not away, which is probably good, except that having his arms relax around Victor's ribs makes it all too easy to feel his own thready, nervous pulse, gives him a chance to try and swallow although his throat is dry, because Yuri has moved to look up into his face, but Yuri's not say anything. Is just watching him. No. Studying him? Like he's trying to decode this newest expression the same way he had to learn how to interpret Victor's whims and sayings and instructions all those months ago.
But saying nothing, while pressure threatens to blow Victor apart from the inside out, until finally there's a silent but certain shake of his head. Even though his eyes look wide and anxious, and his cheeks are flushed –– but he isn't letting go, and he shook his head. No.
No.
No, Victor wasn't wrong.
Relief a heady and cold spring wind shoving its way through a window to knock over furniture and break glass, heavy in the breath he lets out, and the smile he finds that's only shaking a little at the corners, steady with bravado in the middle, like he could never have doubted himself.
(All that a lie in how his eyes widen, and then begin to shine.)
"Good."
It doesn't seem like enough, but it is. Good. Maybe the only word he's capable of finding right now, while his arms are around Yuri's shoulders and he has one hand curved at the back of Yuri's head and Yuri just said –– well, indicated –– that Victor wasn't wrong. And that means he ...
That Yuri ...
It's another sore thought, but this time the ache is a soft and exquisite one that he closes his eyes to with a tiny, soft, curl to his mouth, before he opens them again to look at Yuri. "Then can I kiss you again?"
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Date: 2017-04-14 09:16 pm (UTC)But saying nothing, while pressure threatens to blow Victor apart from the inside out, until finally there's a silent but certain shake of his head. Even though his eyes look wide and anxious, and his cheeks are flushed –– but he isn't letting go, and he shook his head. No.
No.
No, Victor wasn't wrong.
Relief a heady and cold spring wind shoving its way through a window to knock over furniture and break glass, heavy in the breath he lets out, and the smile he finds that's only shaking a little at the corners, steady with bravado in the middle, like he could never have doubted himself.
(All that a lie in how his eyes widen, and then begin to shine.)
"Good."
It doesn't seem like enough, but it is. Good. Maybe the only word he's capable of finding right now, while his arms are around Yuri's shoulders and he has one hand curved at the back of Yuri's head and Yuri just said –– well, indicated –– that Victor wasn't wrong. And that means he ...
That Yuri ...
It's another sore thought, but this time the ache is a soft and exquisite one that he closes his eyes to with a tiny, soft, curl to his mouth, before he opens them again to look at Yuri. "Then can I kiss you again?"