[ calmly, otabek imagines a dozen scenarios in which he leans over and kisses yuri only to be punched, pulverized or shoved away. maybe not right now. another night or maybe never, none of this is lacking in any way, it's just a hard thought to shelve once it comes to mind.
yuri flusters easily, fidgeting slightly under his gaze even as otabek mentally backtracks and glances away briefly to the laptop screen as if to remember just where they're at in the movie; he can't remember the last time he was really paying attention. ]
No, I want to stay. [ the movie has to be a little more than half over by now but he can't be sure, selfishly not wanting to leave but not wanting to keep yuri awake longer than he should be, finally feeling the weight of just how tired he is in the droop of his own shoulders.
his hand shifts in place instead of pulling away, palm facing up. ]
I just don't want to keep you up.
[ without skipping a beat: ] Do you want to hold hands?
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yuri flusters easily, fidgeting slightly under his gaze even as otabek mentally backtracks and glances away briefly to the laptop screen as if to remember just where they're at in the movie; he can't remember the last time he was really paying attention. ]
No, I want to stay. [ the movie has to be a little more than half over by now but he can't be sure, selfishly not wanting to leave but not wanting to keep yuri awake longer than he should be, finally feeling the weight of just how tired he is in the droop of his own shoulders.
his hand shifts in place instead of pulling away, palm facing up. ]
I just don't want to keep you up.
[ without skipping a beat: ] Do you want to hold hands?