There really isn't anything left to say when the door ding's open and Yurio goes stomping out of it. It's not really for him to tell Yurio goodnight or wish him any further well, especially given the reception of the first, but he still stands there watching the boy storm off, without looking back. Wanting to say something, but also fretting at the edge of his thought as they fray. He's still going up, and Victor is just down, down, down at the other end of the building.
Which seems almost too good a comparison for them, and or the world. This distance between. At least for a moment, before the doors close again and the elevator moves just fast enough to invoke that feeling of buoyant weightlessness in his stomach before it's stopping again at his own floor. Dinging and swishing open on the top floor, which looks for the most part almost exactly as the one before it had. Without Yurio striding down the empty hall. That was empty. Except for lights and doors and placed decor.
Yuri walked back down the hallway, digging in his pocket for his door key and let himself back into the empty room. The lights flicked on, he steps out of his shoes and jacket both by the door, and then went for his bag. He found his sleep clothes and toiletries, taking both to the bathroom. To change, and brush his teeth. There's the hazy consideration of shower, looking at it through the mirror in front of him, but he doesn't feel entirely like he wants to be up for it, and he'll have to take another in the morning either way.
The small bathroom bag gets left on the counter, and his clothes from the day folded and put in a different bag, before, phone in hand, dropping on his bed, again. Dragging the pillow back up from the middle of the bed where he'd been using it earlier, to the bed itself. Wedging it under his head and starting to scroll through his notifications.
There's an email from Phichit with more emotes and exclamations than will ever be necessary, but it still makes him smile, and there's no doubting Phichit's sincerity about wishing him well for the weekend. Not even when it just tangles the coils in his stomach tighter. He shoots a response back for that one, and is just about to hit send on an email to his parents and Minako, reporting they got in safely, when Victor's messages pops up at the top of his screen.
It doesn't need a response, but everything still pauses for it regardless. He still stares at it for a second, two, three, a few, before finally scrolling it up, finishing his earlier message and hitting send. With those done, he pops open his feed and starts scrolling people's pictures for most of their travel day.
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Which seems almost too good a comparison for them, and or the world. This distance between. At least for a moment, before the doors close again and the elevator moves just fast enough to invoke that feeling of buoyant weightlessness in his stomach before it's stopping again at his own floor. Dinging and swishing open on the top floor, which looks for the most part almost exactly as the one before it had. Without Yurio striding down the empty hall. That was empty. Except for lights and doors and placed decor.
Yuri walked back down the hallway, digging in his pocket for his door key and let himself back into the empty room. The lights flicked on, he steps out of his shoes and jacket both by the door, and then went for his bag. He found his sleep clothes and toiletries, taking both to the bathroom. To change, and brush his teeth. There's the hazy consideration of shower, looking at it through the mirror in front of him, but he doesn't feel entirely like he wants to be up for it, and he'll have to take another in the morning either way.
The small bathroom bag gets left on the counter, and his clothes from the day folded and put in a different bag, before, phone in hand, dropping on his bed, again. Dragging the pillow back up from the middle of the bed where he'd been using it earlier, to the bed itself. Wedging it under his head and starting to scroll through his notifications.
There's an email from Phichit with more emotes and exclamations than will ever be necessary, but it still makes him smile, and there's no doubting Phichit's sincerity about wishing him well for the weekend. Not even when it just tangles the coils in his stomach tighter. He shoots a response back for that one, and is just about to hit send on an email to his parents and Minako, reporting they got in safely, when Victor's messages pops up at the top of his screen.
It doesn't need a response, but everything still pauses for it regardless. He still stares at it for a second, two, three, a few, before finally scrolling it up, finishing his earlier message and hitting send. With those done, he pops open his feed and starts scrolling people's pictures for most of their travel day.