Yuri rolls up and off the bed, and Victor follows after a second, heading to pick up the jacket and sunglasses he'd tossed aside to put one in the pocket of the other and hang both in the closet, next to his suits. It might be worth taking the black out to air –– even after having it cleaned and pressed in Shanghai, the trip might have creased it –– but he leaves it for now. He can always press out any stubborn wrinkles in the morning, and let it steam in the bathroom during his shower.
While Yuri's checking his gear, then, he sorts through his luggage for his the small but stylish black case containing his toothbrush and accompanying accessories, and tugs out a soft black shirt and light pants to wear as pajamas. It feels strange to be self-conscious around Yuri –– only last week he would have thought nothing of stripping down where he stands to change, or even just sleeping in briefs, as usual –– but if anything, the shift in their relationship has left Yuri looking even more awkward about exposed skin. Victor's, specifically, followed closely by his own.
Which is not to say Victor feels any sort of shame in tugging his shirt over his head to replace it with the black one, or in toeing off his shoes, tugging off his socks, and shedding his casual trousers for the sleep pants, but it does niggle at him in a way he isn't used to. How he can still be himself, while making sure Yuri isn't uncomfortable. Why would he have to change how he does everything, or start thinking about what is or isn't appropriate, when the only thing that's changed is Yuri's knowledge?
It feels changed. He's not sure he likes it, but he also isn't used to changing in the bathroom like he might be ashamed of who sees him.
(They're just going to have to figure out the best options available, he supposes.)
At any rate, it doesn't take him long, and Yuri is busy with his gear, so he lays his clothes on top of his luggage to fold later, before disappearing into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, chatting along the way. "Traveling this much always leaves me feeling so strange! At least we're getting it done one right after another, we don't have to wait weeks and weeks between competitions. Maybe it's better to get them both out of the way together."
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While Yuri's checking his gear, then, he sorts through his luggage for his the small but stylish black case containing his toothbrush and accompanying accessories, and tugs out a soft black shirt and light pants to wear as pajamas. It feels strange to be self-conscious around Yuri –– only last week he would have thought nothing of stripping down where he stands to change, or even just sleeping in briefs, as usual –– but if anything, the shift in their relationship has left Yuri looking even more awkward about exposed skin. Victor's, specifically, followed closely by his own.
Which is not to say Victor feels any sort of shame in tugging his shirt over his head to replace it with the black one, or in toeing off his shoes, tugging off his socks, and shedding his casual trousers for the sleep pants, but it does niggle at him in a way he isn't used to. How he can still be himself, while making sure Yuri isn't uncomfortable. Why would he have to change how he does everything, or start thinking about what is or isn't appropriate, when the only thing that's changed is Yuri's knowledge?
It feels changed. He's not sure he likes it, but he also isn't used to changing in the bathroom like he might be ashamed of who sees him.
(They're just going to have to figure out the best options available, he supposes.)
At any rate, it doesn't take him long, and Yuri is busy with his gear, so he lays his clothes on top of his luggage to fold later, before disappearing into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, chatting along the way. "Traveling this much always leaves me feeling so strange! At least we're getting it done one right after another, we don't have to wait weeks and weeks between competitions. Maybe it's better to get them both out of the way together."