[ The soft noise of protest that slipped from him at the other's words said it all about how Yuri felt in regards of Cisco saying that it mattered. Mostly because Yuri was trying so hard to act like it just didn't matter, and damn it, if he was going to sell that he was going to go all out and stick to his guns. Do everything he could to act like he wasn't hurt. No matter how much that was a lie.
Yuri squashed his face in against his knees, squeezing his eyes shut and curling his toes so tight that he could feel the muscles in his feet begin to charlie horse; cramping them purposefully for the grounding ache of it. At the other's shift, Yuri huffed, getting ready to tell the other not to, that he didn't even like hugs-! But before he could even get it out, Cisco had already wrapped his arms around him, and what could Yuri do?
He gave a cursory, protesting squirm, at least. He had an image to uphold, after all. ]
I don't need to be babied. [ He mumbled, lifting his head out of his knees, enough to rest his head on Cisco's shoulder, not even making a half-hearted attempt to push the other away. ] Like I said- it doesn't matter. [ But the way Yuri was shaking a little, the tremor in his voice- that said all too much that it did. That Yuri had been hurt deeply by Viktor and Yuuri's actions- and frankly, Yuri didn't know where to start with moving on. ]
Ugh, don't get all sappy on me. [ Yuri complained, hiding his face against the other's chest a minute, before hedging to squirm a little, pouting at the extended hug. At the talk of people who cared about him. Sometimes Yuri still worried that what the other said about the people who liked him wasn't quite true- but none of them had let him down, yet. So he... he was still trying to have faith. To trust them, like they deserved. ]
I don't want to sell it, I mean... I guess... Katsudon must have left it to me for a reason, right? Wanted me to take care of it? It's... [ as much as it hurt, it was still important to him. Taking care of something that Yuuri had given him. It was why he hadn't thrown away the stupid white tiger training chopsticks they had gotten him for his birthday- the night everything had gone to shit. ]
I dunno, I guess I'll figure something out. I don't want to ask Otabek because he's just... he's so busy lately. He's becoming a way bigger fucking deal than he wants to admit and he has a lot on his plate and he's gonna burn out and I don't want to add to that stress. Maybe I'll ask Eddie, but- same sort of problem. He already has so much shit to deal with... I don't want to add to it. I don't want him to think I'm a burden.
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Yuri squashed his face in against his knees, squeezing his eyes shut and curling his toes so tight that he could feel the muscles in his feet begin to charlie horse; cramping them purposefully for the grounding ache of it. At the other's shift, Yuri huffed, getting ready to tell the other not to, that he didn't even like hugs-! But before he could even get it out, Cisco had already wrapped his arms around him, and what could Yuri do?
He gave a cursory, protesting squirm, at least. He had an image to uphold, after all. ]
I don't need to be babied. [ He mumbled, lifting his head out of his knees, enough to rest his head on Cisco's shoulder, not even making a half-hearted attempt to push the other away. ] Like I said- it doesn't matter. [ But the way Yuri was shaking a little, the tremor in his voice- that said all too much that it did. That Yuri had been hurt deeply by Viktor and Yuuri's actions- and frankly, Yuri didn't know where to start with moving on. ]
Ugh, don't get all sappy on me. [ Yuri complained, hiding his face against the other's chest a minute, before hedging to squirm a little, pouting at the extended hug. At the talk of people who cared about him. Sometimes Yuri still worried that what the other said about the people who liked him wasn't quite true- but none of them had let him down, yet. So he... he was still trying to have faith. To trust them, like they deserved. ]
I don't want to sell it, I mean... I guess... Katsudon must have left it to me for a reason, right? Wanted me to take care of it? It's... [ as much as it hurt, it was still important to him. Taking care of something that Yuuri had given him. It was why he hadn't thrown away the stupid white tiger training chopsticks they had gotten him for his birthday- the night everything had gone to shit. ]
I dunno, I guess I'll figure something out. I don't want to ask Otabek because he's just... he's so busy lately. He's becoming a way bigger fucking deal than he wants to admit and he has a lot on his plate and he's gonna burn out and I don't want to add to that stress. Maybe I'll ask Eddie, but- same sort of problem. He already has so much shit to deal with... I don't want to add to it. I don't want him to think I'm a burden.