( continued from here. )

[singles]

I saw those. [ he's not an unfriendly guy but his social feeds aren't heavy on fellow skaters. he's not really friends with many fellow skaters which is the crucial point, his circle of ties and acquaintances are a mottled bunch, disreputable djs and career models, students and book club enthusiasts. but phichit is impossible not to get along with ( and jean jacques leroy is impossible not to laugh at ) so even otabek had grinned over the flood of pictures from the past few hours, each one increasingly more absurd than the last as the night crept onward.

it had been immediately obvious in the way yuri walked out that he isn't in a terrible mood, maybe a little huffy but far from being as murderous as his initial text had implied. otabek doesn't call him out on it but he does catch himself feeling pleased that his offer hadn't been declined, realizing that he really does appreciate the company once he feels yuri drop his forehead against his back.

there's a few mcdonalds on the way back to the hotel, he'd done a quick search on his phone just to be sure, taking a short detour to the nearest one.

stuck at a red light, golden arches just visible down the street, otabek turns a little to glance at yuri. curiously, not condescendingly: ] You aren't tired?

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/settles comfortably c:

[tigerprint]

( Yuri shrugs. )

A little bit, but I can't sleep if I'm hungry.

( It's why his bed is always littered with candy-bar wrappers and packets of chips; he's a huge fan of the midnight snack, and he works hard enough (and his metabolism is fast enough) that he can get away with it. He pulls away from Otabek's back when he feels him move, looking up at him with those wide green eyes.

... Huh. He hadn't accounted for their closeness; he can see a tiny smudge of missed stubble against the line of Otabek's jaw. Yuri blinks once before sitting back properly on his seat, his attention shifting away to fix firmly on their destination. )

How come you weren't asleep, anyway?

( There's defensive strain to his voice now, because for some reason he feels out of his depth again. Young again. The most confusing part is that it doesn't have anything to do with Otabek's question. )

It's late. ( He frowns. ) I didn't think you'd see my text until tomorrow.