[Yuuri sputters. Is there steam rising off his face? It sure feels like it. For the second time this morning, he prays that he didn't say anything too embarrassing to Victor while he had too much drink in him.]
Thanks. [He says too quickly and then practically throws himself into the bathroom to escape.
When he emerges some time later, he feels much more human. The painkillers are kicking in, making the headache much more bearable, and most of his skin's covered again. Victor's shirt hangs a little loosely on him, but there's no helping that at the moment. As Yuuri tugs absently at the hem, he takes in the house with clearer eyes.
Victor's been nothing but kind to him so far--if a little more teasing than Yuuri would have expected--but the house feels...empty somehow. It makes Yuuri frown slightly as he examines the mostly bare walls.]
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Thanks. [He says too quickly and then practically throws himself into the bathroom to escape.
When he emerges some time later, he feels much more human. The painkillers are kicking in, making the headache much more bearable, and most of his skin's covered again. Victor's shirt hangs a little loosely on him, but there's no helping that at the moment. As Yuuri tugs absently at the hem, he takes in the house with clearer eyes.
Victor's been nothing but kind to him so far--if a little more teasing than Yuuri would have expected--but the house feels...empty somehow. It makes Yuuri frown slightly as he examines the mostly bare walls.]