He doesn't actually have time to say or do anything else. The clock on the bedside keeps inexorably ticking closer to the moment when it will be too late for him to leave, and what else is there to say or do up here that won't just make it worse for both of them?
(If he kisses Yuri now, he thinks he'll never be able to go.)
Yuri doesn't hug him back, but he trembles and Victor's arms tighten before he lets go and steps back, feeling as if the ties of gravity binding him to the floor, this room, the ground, are already fraying and snapping. "I have to call for my cab."
A few sentences of rapid-fire Russian and an acknowledgment from the front desk, and he's back to his suitcase, which suddenly seems so small for everything that he has to push into it, everything that has been the last two weeks away. Just some clothes, two suits. His skates. Toiletries. It doesn't seem like he should be able to fit everything he's feeling into one suitcase, but it zips easily, and the room suddenly feels and looks empty. Emptier, maybe, for the way Yuri's things are still in place, with only his missing, but he can't stop to think about that now, can only look to Yuri with a faint try at a smile that doesn't come anywhere near his eyes. "Walk me down?"
Except it isn't even really a walk, is barely twenty steps to the elevator which will take him to the lobby, where his cab will be waiting and a bellhop will load his luggage and then he'll be speeding towards the airport and towards Hasetsu, without Yuri by his side.
Even as he wills the elevator to move faster, he wishes there were one more thing to do.
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(If he kisses Yuri now, he thinks he'll never be able to go.)
Yuri doesn't hug him back, but he trembles and Victor's arms tighten before he lets go and steps back, feeling as if the ties of gravity binding him to the floor, this room, the ground, are already fraying and snapping. "I have to call for my cab."
A few sentences of rapid-fire Russian and an acknowledgment from the front desk, and he's back to his suitcase, which suddenly seems so small for everything that he has to push into it, everything that has been the last two weeks away. Just some clothes, two suits. His skates. Toiletries. It doesn't seem like he should be able to fit everything he's feeling into one suitcase, but it zips easily, and the room suddenly feels and looks empty. Emptier, maybe, for the way Yuri's things are still in place, with only his missing, but he can't stop to think about that now, can only look to Yuri with a faint try at a smile that doesn't come anywhere near his eyes. "Walk me down?"
Except it isn't even really a walk, is barely twenty steps to the elevator which will take him to the lobby, where his cab will be waiting and a bellhop will load his luggage and then he'll be speeding towards the airport and towards Hasetsu, without Yuri by his side.
Even as he wills the elevator to move faster, he wishes there were one more thing to do.