"It's okay," Yuri says, a little faster than even he expects of his mouth, of the implication he might not want to stay, of the flush of something that was not quite not-true of that mingled with shame for the feeling being pinpointed and still the residual, lingering, building wary quiet staring at all of this uncertainly. It makes his heart jump to his throat even as he's finishing, quickly, "I can stay a little while."
That part is honest, isn't it? No one on the other side will even know he was gone, if the people here are correct about time outside the door freezing when you are on this side. Even if time passes on both sides when you're on the other, which he's never really figured out if made sense or not. This place is confusing. Just existing, it's confusing. Impossible, except that it keeps just ... being. Real. Solid. Peopled. Appearing.
His parents would know to be missing him. Not Victor, or Mari, or Minako, if she stopped by tonight, or even Maccachin, who might even still be waiting around outside after following Yuri up to the third floor to collect clothes and back down to the second for his shower. No one. Just himself, Yurio, all the people in this place who had no clue at all who he was. The idea of changing that equation even a little spiking his heart a beat too anxiously.
It takes a few more seconds before Yuri realizes he's been sitting there silently looking between Yurio and the rest of the people closest to them -- at the bar, at the tables, at the booths. That it's Yurio's glance in his direction, so fast he blinks and questions if he imagined it (like he's a few times questioned whether he imagined the whole of Milliways, and the whole of what happened the last night in Moscow, out in the snow, and the whole of anything that involves Victor wanting to kiss him), still it prompts action of some kind.
Yuri cleared his throat, finishing a bite of rice with carrot and broccoli with a pushed swallow to start with, "Uh--" and shove past it, a little awkwardly but without letting himself pause. "Why did you decide to start learning how to use chopsticks now?"
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"It's okay," Yuri says, a little faster than even he expects of his mouth, of the implication he might not want to stay, of the flush of something that was not quite not-true of that mingled with shame for the feeling being pinpointed and still the residual, lingering, building wary quiet staring at all of this uncertainly. It makes his heart jump to his throat even as he's finishing, quickly, "I can stay a little while."
That part is honest, isn't it? No one on the other side will even know he was gone, if the people here are correct about time outside the door freezing when you are on this side. Even if time passes on both sides when you're on the other, which he's never really figured out if made sense or not. This place is confusing. Just existing, it's confusing. Impossible, except that it keeps just ... being. Real. Solid. Peopled. Appearing.
His parents would know to be missing him. Not Victor, or Mari, or Minako, if she stopped by tonight, or even Maccachin, who might even still be waiting around outside after following Yuri up to the third floor to collect clothes and back down to the second for his shower. No one. Just himself, Yurio, all the people in this place who had no clue at all who he was. The idea of changing that equation even a little spiking his heart a beat too anxiously.
It takes a few more seconds before Yuri realizes he's been sitting there silently looking between Yurio and the rest of the people closest to them -- at the bar, at the tables, at the booths. That it's Yurio's glance in his direction, so fast he blinks and questions if he imagined it (like he's a few times questioned whether he imagined the whole of Milliways, and the whole of what happened the last night in Moscow, out in the snow, and the whole of anything that involves Victor wanting to kiss him), still it prompts action of some kind.
Yuri cleared his throat, finishing a bite of rice with carrot and broccoli with a pushed swallow to start with, "Uh--" and shove past it, a little awkwardly but without letting himself pause. "Why did you decide to start learning how to use chopsticks now?"