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[genice]

- new chew toy
- pick up reflective tags
- bed linens?
- rearrange class schedule for next week
- review beginning level choreo
- confirm dinner reservations
- surprise for Yuuri!!! do not forget
- Yuuri ♥

Comments

[bespredel]

Like you actually care.

[genice]

Is that so? I don't believe you have the authority to speak on what it is I do or do not care about.

Nor have you motivated yourself to ask.

[bespredel]

Sure. Whatever. Not like you extended any effort.

[genice]

Should I be taking that to mean this is your effort?

[bespredel]

You tell me. Clearly you know better.

[genice]

( interpreting this through Yuri teenager speak, Victor has to sigh. he's picking up those reflective tags at the moment. handling teens isn't one of his skills: he's largely uninterested. Yuri matters to him, but Yuri's also turned Victor into public enemy number one, beyond the usual level of lashing out.

he doesn't actually know why. )

You're always welcome where we are, Yuri. It's up to you to decide if or when you take us up on that offer. It doesn't have a time limit. Only life does.

[bespredel]

You're so fucking dramatic.

[ Says the pot, to the kettle. ]

And also so full of shit. Forget I said anything at all, asshole.

[genice]

I'm part of Team Russia, just like you.

( baby we were all born dramatic. )

As I said, our doors are always open to you. Come by for dinner sometime this week. You're free to invite Otabek or your roommate along, if you like.

( also known as: get over yourself, Yuri. the only one stopping you from engaging is you. Victor doesn't know what to do with that, but he's not engaging with the anger. )

[bespredel]

No.

I don't think we're really anything alike at all.

[genice]

I'm sure nothing would have made Yakov happier than for that to be true.

[bespredel]

[ Yuri is too tired for this; feels too raw. Flayed open, torn apart. Cracks he doesn't want to acknowledge splitting wider, bleeding through. Causing his eyes to water, his throat to constrict.

He wants to hate him. Wishes he could.

It might hurt less, that way. ]

I wish I'd never texted you. I wish you'd never come here.

[ Regardless of whether or not Viktor replies, Yuri won't. He feels like he's had enough breaking himself to pieces, for one day. He'll throw himself into something else, instead. At something else. Running, a punching bag, the rink, a wall of spikes-

Anything but this. ]

[genice]

( there won't be a response on network from Victor; he puzzles over that "wish you'd never come." is that part of what's bugging Yuri? and to what extent? that Victor and Yuuri showed up at all, or... what?

he still doesn't know. without Yuri framing it, there are too many possibilities, and he's not going to chase after them all looking for an answer. he's said it several times over: they're there, once Yuri wants to reach out his hand toward them.

they've gone halfway. Yuri has to decide if he ever wants to meet them where they stand or not. it's not easy, and Victor won't say he feels great about it, but he doesn't believe in arguing, won't come down to Yuri's level, doesn't have Yuri listening to him at all.

so here they are.

"I wish you'd never come here."

and there they go. )