[ otabek stares, blinking slowly as yuri sighs out and lifts his chin to finish his milkshake through the straw, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. he bites harder to keep his thoughts clear, attempting to find some sensible medium between the noticeable heat under his skin and the need to ensure yuri is comfortable; he shifts the now empty cup away, halfway through moving the cup to the ground by the bed when yuri looks at him and he stops short.
he forgets to snort in response to the flimsy insult, forgets to even go through the motions of reacting, caught in yuri's gaze with an almost bewildered look.
he gets caught between should i, shouldn't i as he follows through and sets the empty cup on the ground, straightening back up slowly.
something terrible is happening on the screen, the scarecrow is succeeding in his one trilogy-wide win and knocking batman the fuck out and otabek is thinking i'm going to kiss him
and then yuri looks back at his laptop and his resolve wavers, arm curling back around the hotel pillow. ]
Just tell me when. Hey.
[resolve.
he reaches over, hand on yuri's thigh. look at me. ]
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he forgets to snort in response to the flimsy insult, forgets to even go through the motions of reacting, caught in yuri's gaze with an almost bewildered look.
he gets caught between should i, shouldn't i as he follows through and sets the empty cup on the ground, straightening back up slowly.
something terrible is happening on the screen, the scarecrow is succeeding in his one trilogy-wide win and knocking batman the fuck out and otabek is thinking i'm going to kiss him
and then yuri looks back at his laptop and his resolve wavers, arm curling back around the hotel pillow. ]
Just tell me when. Hey.
[ resolve.
he reaches over, hand on yuri's thigh. look at me. ]