Its the uncanniness, without quite having its own emotion, of how Yurio says it. Statement, not question. With no real indication of his thoughts behind it. It's that which makes Yuri's fingers tighten, shoulders push in, and his voice twist softer than it had been, even with a small nod, and he wonders even as he says the words, how it's possible to sound like he might both be apologizing or apologizing about not apologizing.

(He's going home to Victor.





"In a few hours." And a good half a day, or a whole day, depending how you counted. Too long still, standing here in the snow, with the uncertain feelings of different guilts and yearnings, and the echo of delight drifting away with the falling snow, all tangled up together. In his head and on his tongue. Making him use Victor's words, like it somehow isn't a cover. "I should be there in time for us to watch the exhibition still."