'I mean, I figured that was how it was,' Yuri says quickly, once it's clear that that's all Katsudon has to say about his parents. 'It's a business, and there's customers -- they can't just close whenever they want to.'
All the same, it does make him wonder a little. He couldn't be sure, what with the language barrier and all, but in that short time he'd been in Hasetsu he hadn't quite been able to shake the feeling that Katsudon's parents really didn't...get what was going on the whole time. Who Viktor was. Why he was there. Why Yuri was there. Everything that was at stake. His grandfather might not know a toe loop from a salchow on sight, but he certainly would've understood the gravity of the situation at the time. And yet he'd never seen the Katsukis look anything other than cheerful about it, and it hadn't felt awkward or fake -- somehow they'd seemed more pleased than anything else to have so many people in their house all at once.
(Damn it. That thank-you note gets written tonight.)
'But if you've got people coming, your sister and your teacher...that's good, at least.' It's a lame way to finish the thought, and the only way to make it feel less like he'd run out of words to say himself is to lift the noodles and shove them into his mouth. Somehow it's easier to use them when he isn't thinking too much about what he's doing.
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All the same, it does make him wonder a little. He couldn't be sure, what with the language barrier and all, but in that short time he'd been in Hasetsu he hadn't quite been able to shake the feeling that Katsudon's parents really didn't...get what was going on the whole time. Who Viktor was. Why he was there. Why Yuri was there. Everything that was at stake. His grandfather might not know a toe loop from a salchow on sight, but he certainly would've understood the gravity of the situation at the time. And yet he'd never seen the Katsukis look anything other than cheerful about it, and it hadn't felt awkward or fake -- somehow they'd seemed more pleased than anything else to have so many people in their house all at once.
(Damn it. That thank-you note gets written tonight.)
'But if you've got people coming, your sister and your teacher...that's good, at least.' It's a lame way to finish the thought, and the only way to make it feel less like he'd run out of words to say himself is to lift the noodles and shove them into his mouth. Somehow it's easier to use them when he isn't thinking too much about what he's doing.