Yuri doesn't argue, which is heartening, only continues to eat his breakfast with a thoughtful expression. Not that long ago, he probably would have spent the larger part of their breakfast looking more than a little like Victor has pulled the rug out from under his feet and he can't quite manage to regain his balance, but things have changed. Ever since that talk on the beach, Yuri's grown more and more comfortable and relaxed with him. It's wonderful.
(And terrible.)
(But mostly wonderful.)
"Okay!"
He hasn't ever mastered the art of appearing less enthusiastic than he actually is. Of all the lessons Yakov imparted on him, the ability to remain stone-faced has never been one he'd absorbed, or even wanted. The idea of spending a day at the beach with Yuri is just too perfect to be anything less than thrilled about. Even the prospect of hauling along their gear -- towels, food, water, and all the rest -- feels warmly domestic and appealing.
When was the last time he had a picnic on the beach with anyone?
He'd sat down before Yuri and has always been a fast eater, so he's nearly finished, now, only tips the rest of his tea down his throat and takes a few final bites. "What else should we bring?"
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Date: 2017-06-27 02:32 am (UTC)(And terrible.)
(But mostly wonderful.)
"Okay!"
He hasn't ever mastered the art of appearing less enthusiastic than he actually is. Of all the lessons Yakov imparted on him, the ability to remain stone-faced has never been one he'd absorbed, or even wanted. The idea of spending a day at the beach with Yuri is just too perfect to be anything less than thrilled about. Even the prospect of hauling along their gear -- towels, food, water, and all the rest -- feels warmly domestic and appealing.
When was the last time he had a picnic on the beach with anyone?
He'd sat down before Yuri and has always been a fast eater, so he's nearly finished, now, only tips the rest of his tea down his throat and takes a few final bites. "What else should we bring?"