Sitting up makes his back hurt more. Muscles that had gotten the break from being upright not having to support standing or even sitting singing suddenly their great song of unpleasantness. Even though Victor's touching his back. An easy, familiar kind of touch, that lands and eventually fades, too, because he's setting the ice pack on the bed and getting off of it.
(While Victor stays there. Making Yuri feel even more adrift.)
Victor doesn't say anything not related to this new, sensible point and Yuri stops at his own bed, not hesitating for a very long second before he's pulling his sleep clothes from under his pillow. But he does hesitate just for a second at the bathroom door, looking back to Victor, on the bed, fingers on the door handle, before he pushes himself in.
There's a vague flicker to being here sometime earlier, something heavy and grey, but it thankfully doesn't clarify for him, while he's depositing his sleep clothes on the counter and turning toward the shower itself. The water goes on, not even needing to warm up, and it's truly idiotic that he looks toward the door, like it might go flying open, when his hands find the hem of his shirt. He's an idiot. He is. Absolutely. He's glad he can't be seen by anyone. Victor.
The shirt gets pulled off and tossed on the floor. Socks, and pants, and briefs following shortly after. Tries not to shiver, as goosebumps prickle his skin on contact with the air, and he tries not to look there again. It's almost wrong how right Victor is. It's the second best feeling to hit his body when the hot water is everywhere and he closes his eyes, body shivering from the contact.
The best, the best is still -- and he can't believe he's blushing in the shower, even now, while his skin is already flushing under the heat of the water -- is still earlier. With Victor.
Second might not even be correct either at the hazy number of images that come back.
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Date: 2017-04-18 03:44 pm (UTC)(While Victor stays there. Making Yuri feel even more adrift.)
Victor doesn't say anything not related to this new, sensible point and Yuri stops at his own bed, not hesitating for a very long second before he's pulling his sleep clothes from under his pillow. But he does hesitate just for a second at the bathroom door, looking back to Victor, on the bed, fingers on the door handle, before he pushes himself in.
There's a vague flicker to being here sometime earlier, something heavy and grey, but it thankfully doesn't clarify for him, while he's depositing his sleep clothes on the counter and turning toward the shower itself. The water goes on, not even needing to warm up, and it's truly idiotic that he looks toward the door, like it might go flying open, when his hands find the hem of his shirt. He's an idiot. He is. Absolutely. He's glad he can't be seen by anyone. Victor.
The shirt gets pulled off and tossed on the floor. Socks, and pants, and briefs following shortly after. Tries not to shiver, as goosebumps prickle his skin on contact with the air, and he tries not to look there again. It's almost wrong how right Victor is. It's the second best feeling to hit his body when the hot water is everywhere and he closes his eyes, body shivering from the contact.
The best, the best is still -- and he can't believe he's blushing in the shower, even now, while his skin is already flushing under the heat of the water -- is still earlier. With Victor.
Second might not even be correct either at the hazy number of images that come back.