As Yurio allowed his body to sink into the heated waters, a quiet sigh of relief escapes his throat. Somehow, being surrounded by the heat feels instantly relaxing, and he can see why Yuri chooses to come here to wind down. Within seconds he feels his tense muscles giving up the fight in order to just accept the calming nature of the springs.

Things haven't changed, but his head does begin to clear. Yurio often speaks out in moments of anger and says things a bit more harshly than he meant, but there were also slivers of truth in most. He isn't sure how to be a soulmate.

The silence begins to stretch on, but Yurio finally decides to break it after Yuri resurfaces from the water. The hesitation makes the silence feel thicker until the words finally manage to form.

"It's not going to be romantic." His voice is harsh, but not yelling. Not yet. "There's other kinds, right? No way in hell is this supposed to be the romantic kind."