"Yes." Simple, straightforward. Yuri once, twice, a third time, while Yurio is parroting back his understanding of the parts Yurio didn't explain. Which does show how much he had either paid attention to the video or even possibly been looking into the facts of it, more than the application, before now. Though, it can't have been too long before now probably if it is the latter.
It's a combination of the yes, and sometimes just nodding, as Yuri tries to tilt and turn his hand in all the (humanly) possible ways one might look at a hand holding something after Yurio starts tilting and turning his own head first. It feels foolish a bit the whole time, even though he strives just to focus and point out the basics.
(It, also, from somewhere he can't quite point to -- maybe a recollection of the absolute focus -- reminds him of all those month ago. Back in the Ice Palace. Begging Yurio to help him. And that he had. Rough, and brusque, but still. Before he'd ever even been willing, no less, able to ask or demand any of it of Victor.)
"Yes, it becomes an extension of your thumb and finger, all of it around holding something between them, instead of stabbing things." There's a tiny breath pulled in. But. As Yuri picked up his second chopstick, he added in all one fast breath, like he'd only just decided he could and still wasn't certain it would make it out or was entirely right yet. "You don't ever stab anything with them. Or leave them upright in anything. But, especially, rice."
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"Yes." Simple, straightforward. Yuri once, twice, a third time, while Yurio is parroting back his understanding of the parts Yurio didn't explain. Which does show how much he had either paid attention to the video or even possibly been looking into the facts of it, more than the application, before now. Though, it can't have been too long before now probably if it is the latter.
It's a combination of the yes, and sometimes just nodding, as Yuri tries to tilt and turn his hand in all the (humanly) possible ways one might look at a hand holding something after Yurio starts tilting and turning his own head first. It feels foolish a bit the whole time, even though he strives just to focus and point out the basics.
(It, also, from somewhere he can't quite point to -- maybe a recollection of the absolute focus -- reminds him of all those month ago. Back in the Ice Palace. Begging Yurio to help him. And that he had. Rough, and brusque, but still. Before he'd ever even been willing, no less, able to ask or demand any of it of Victor.)
"Yes, it becomes an extension of your thumb and finger, all of it around holding something between them, instead of stabbing things." There's a tiny breath pulled in. But. As Yuri picked up his second chopstick, he added in all one fast breath, like he'd only just decided he could and still wasn't certain it would make it out or was entirely right yet. "You don't ever stab anything with them. Or leave them upright in anything. But, especially, rice."