[ Vitkor's last gentle touch before he lets go of Yuuri's hand eats at him. Yuuri's sorry, he honestly is, but he also needs this. The distance was important and he wordlessly promises that he'll come back. There were just things that he couldn't just simply take in all at once.
Viktor might be someone who could dive head first into something without bothering to think about the circumstances or who it might affect, but Yuuri couldn't. He couldn't just accept that this was "home". This was all temporary. A home isn't something that's temporary; a home is somewhere where someone belongs.
(But had Yuuri ever felt like he belonged anywhere?) ]
Thank you.
[ There's a slight pause from Yuuri as he takes a half step back but eventually he presses forwards and climbs up the stairs into the bathroom. It was just upstairs to their bathroom, but even that small amount of distance felt as if Yuuri ran away into another part of the city. ]
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Viktor might be someone who could dive head first into something without bothering to think about the circumstances or who it might affect, but Yuuri couldn't. He couldn't just accept that this was "home". This was all temporary. A home isn't something that's temporary; a home is somewhere where someone belongs.
(But had Yuuri ever felt like he belonged anywhere?) ]
Thank you.
[ There's a slight pause from Yuuri as he takes a half step back but eventually he presses forwards and climbs up the stairs into the bathroom. It was just upstairs to their bathroom, but even that small amount of distance felt as if Yuuri ran away into another part of the city. ]