[ Yuri had always felt as though his personal faults- being unable to sleep, allowing himself to be hurt by other's actions- were weaknesses meant to be squashed or learned to be dismissed. That he had such deep attachments sometimes had only ever seemed to make him suffer, and his recent insomnia was no different, especially given that he hadn't allowed him to slacken his training regime from home at all. If anything he had only made it more taxing, adding volunteering with the perimeter guard and learning under Bucky's wing to the regime. Sometimes it was a wonder Yuri had any free time at all.
Thinking too much.
Yuri supposed that he could be considered guilty of that, but didn't say anything to Cisco's observation. Just made a soft, noncommittal noise against his knee. If he didn't agree out loud, that made it not necessarily true, right? ]
It isn't homesickness. [ Yuri murmured lowly, his expression darkening as his fingers dug into his legs beneath the blankets, nails leaving crescent marks in his bare skin for how he hung on to himself as his lips pursed. ] I mean- it is, a little, yeah, but-
[ But more so, it was the memory of the friends that he'd had here. It was Viktor's flippancy to his efforts. It was Yuuri's words about them not being able to go home, and Viktor's comments about Yuri 'not being the same as theirs' at his own birthday party. If Yuri looked at those thoughts too deeply, too strongly- he had already shed enough tears over that, damn it.
He never finished his sentence where it cut off, instead accepting the mug of tea from the other with a soft murmur of thanks. Blowing on it softly and staring into the porcelain cup, his expression darker and more aching than it had been before. A note of longing in it, as he stared into the mug as though it would hold the answers for him. ]
I know. I mean, I don't know the details about Eddie- that's his choice. To talk about it, or not. But... I know he bottles things up. Tries to put on a good face about it. But he's more fragile than he'd like to let on.
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Thinking too much.
Yuri supposed that he could be considered guilty of that, but didn't say anything to Cisco's observation. Just made a soft, noncommittal noise against his knee. If he didn't agree out loud, that made it not necessarily true, right? ]
It isn't homesickness. [ Yuri murmured lowly, his expression darkening as his fingers dug into his legs beneath the blankets, nails leaving crescent marks in his bare skin for how he hung on to himself as his lips pursed. ] I mean- it is, a little, yeah, but-
[ But more so, it was the memory of the friends that he'd had here. It was Viktor's flippancy to his efforts. It was Yuuri's words about them not being able to go home, and Viktor's comments about Yuri 'not being the same as theirs' at his own birthday party. If Yuri looked at those thoughts too deeply, too strongly- he had already shed enough tears over that, damn it.
He never finished his sentence where it cut off, instead accepting the mug of tea from the other with a soft murmur of thanks. Blowing on it softly and staring into the porcelain cup, his expression darker and more aching than it had been before. A note of longing in it, as he stared into the mug as though it would hold the answers for him. ]
I know. I mean, I don't know the details about Eddie- that's his choice. To talk about it, or not. But... I know he bottles things up. Tries to put on a good face about it. But he's more fragile than he'd like to let on.
[ And in too many ways... so was Yuri. ]