[ otabek feels the moment yuri pulls back from him, an abrupt wedge of distance like he's said something wrong instead of asking an entirely sensible question at this hour. unfazed, he doesn't have to lift his voice much to talk over the engine once the light changes and he glances back ahead of them. ]
I don't always sleep well. [ which is something that he's accustomed to, fitting in short naps to make up for it when it actually takes a toll on him, which isn't often. there's no discernible reason for it tonight, just a few long hours of rolling over to stare regrettably at the digital face of the hotel clock every fifteen minutes.
check his phone, roll over, stare at the clock.
if otabek notices the change in his tone, he doesn't acknowledge it. ] I didn't mind hearing from you. I was glad, actually.
[ which isn't breezy so much as easily honest, spoken just as he pulls into the mcdonald's parking lot, easing into the mostly empty drive-thru lane. ]
yes good
I don't always sleep well. [ which is something that he's accustomed to, fitting in short naps to make up for it when it actually takes a toll on him, which isn't often. there's no discernible reason for it tonight, just a few long hours of rolling over to stare regrettably at the digital face of the hotel clock every fifteen minutes.
check his phone, roll over, stare at the clock.
if otabek notices the change in his tone, he doesn't acknowledge it. ] I didn't mind hearing from you. I was glad, actually.
[ which isn't breezy so much as easily honest, spoken just as he pulls into the mcdonald's parking lot, easing into the mostly empty drive-thru lane. ]