( Yuri blinks. He hadn't - he hadn't necessarily been expecting Otabek to raise him an actual, proper dinner invite, and his offhand confession has the heat in his ears moving to lightly dust his cheeks. He likes being alone with him. He supposes it isn't entirely surprising - Yuri treasures the time they spend together, just the two of them - but to hear it from Otabek's lips as well ...

It's special. It makes him feel special. Yuri takes a huge bite of his sandwich and chews it ferociously, willing himself to get his shit together for the second time that night. )

... Yeah.

( Answering firmly, Yuri offers a little nod of his head. )

I like it too, so. We should do it.

( There's a peculiar melting sensation somewhere in the pit of his stomach. Yuri exhales softly before setting his food to the side for a moment, determined to do something to dispel the way Otabek's undivided attention makes him feel. He leans over for his laptop and yanks it open, then brings up his movie folder. )

Let's watch something. Come here - and don't spill your milkshake in my bed.