Ice in the bag, set aside. Search in the smaller side pocket for the bottle of ibuprofen, and shake out two, before grabbing ice bag and pills both, and heading in to the bathroom to snag one of the smaller towels and run some water into a cup. "Are you hungry?"
His voice echoes a little in the dark bathroom before he shuts the water off and comes back out, towel and ice bag in one hand, pills and plastic cup in the other. Yuri's obeyed, and slid up the bed after taking his shoes off, and he looks a little ... what is it? Wary? Uncertain? It's not quite either, looks more like he's waiting for Victor to do or say something that Yuri isn't looked forward to.
Braced. That's the word. He looks braced for something, but all Victor does is slip onto the bed himself, sitting first and toeing off his own shoes before handing Yuri the pills and the water to take and drink, setting the ice bag down on the towel so he can shrug off his suit jacket and toss it onto the other bed.
(He'd rather change into his sweatpants and t-shirt, but one small step at a time, and he's in no rush, now that he's regained some semblance of sanity.) "I could call for some room service."
They can eat here. That's what room service is for. It exists so that people don't have to ever leave their hotel room, which is perfect, because Victor needs to keep Yuri here. Where there's no one else but the two of them, and all the time in the world.
Mattress shifting and dipping under his weight as he slides further onto it, settling the ice bag, now loosely wrapped in the towel, on Yuri's hip, right where he'd crashed it into the ice.
Doing that flip. Victor's flip. The memory of which is making him smile, soft and fond as he finds the other pillow and drags it under his own head to settle in, pulling both pillow and self across the mattress to lie as close as he can, forehead nearly touching Yuri's, his other hand holding the ice bag there on his hip. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get this for you."
A little. Sorry about the delay, but not about the distraction itself.
His hand uncurls from underneath the pillow to let long, graceful fingers push Yuri's bangs off his forehead. "But it should help now."
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Date: 2017-04-16 03:29 am (UTC)His voice echoes a little in the dark bathroom before he shuts the water off and comes back out, towel and ice bag in one hand, pills and plastic cup in the other. Yuri's obeyed, and slid up the bed after taking his shoes off, and he looks a little ... what is it? Wary? Uncertain? It's not quite either, looks more like he's waiting for Victor to do or say something that Yuri isn't looked forward to.
Braced. That's the word. He looks braced for something, but all Victor does is slip onto the bed himself, sitting first and toeing off his own shoes before handing Yuri the pills and the water to take and drink, setting the ice bag down on the towel so he can shrug off his suit jacket and toss it onto the other bed.
(He'd rather change into his sweatpants and t-shirt, but one small step at a time, and he's in no rush, now that he's regained some semblance of sanity.) "I could call for some room service."
They can eat here. That's what room service is for. It exists so that people don't have to ever leave their hotel room, which is perfect, because Victor needs to keep Yuri here. Where there's no one else but the two of them, and all the time in the world.
Mattress shifting and dipping under his weight as he slides further onto it, settling the ice bag, now loosely wrapped in the towel, on Yuri's hip, right where he'd crashed it into the ice.
Doing that flip. Victor's flip. The memory of which is making him smile, soft and fond as he finds the other pillow and drags it under his own head to settle in, pulling both pillow and self across the mattress to lie as close as he can, forehead nearly touching Yuri's, his other hand holding the ice bag there on his hip. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get this for you."
A little. Sorry about the delay, but not about the distraction itself.
His hand uncurls from underneath the pillow to let long, graceful fingers push Yuri's bangs off his forehead. "But it should help now."