[At that defeated look, Viktor can't help but laugh softly, squeezing his hand again and leaning more fully against him, accidentally threatening to push him over with his body weight before adjusting himself to make things easier.]
Hmm... I can't really say. I'm sure this sort of thing is different for everyone.
[He likes when Yuuri smiles, and when he blushes. Even that faint amount, and Viktor can feel his heart skip a beat. Yuuri is so precious too him, and everything he does makes Viktor want to go overboard with affection and compliments. It's rare that anyone unlocks this side of him. For now, he stays calm, and he chuckles again, a light sound, and brushes the pad of his thumb over the pink on Yuuri's cheek. Looking down at him from above, face nestled in his hair, is a view Viktor could get used to.]
Biased? No.
[Well, maybe a little.]
The second I saw you performing my routine, I was inspired in a way I hadn't been in years. Even without the history we had I'd have wanted to meet you just as badly, Yuuri.
[Even though he knows Yuuri doesn't remember the night of the banquet, it still stands out as a precious and amusing memory to him. The hand of Yuuri's that he holds is quickly lifted to his mouth so he can kiss Yuuri's fingers and then he does it again, on his ring this time for good measure. He can still barely look at the glinting golden object without getting a lump in his throat.
It's a reminder that all of this is real.]
The way you move to the music enthralls people all over the world, and I'm definitely no exception.
A fact!
How can it get any less biased than that?
[Grinning and a little giddy, he places their hands carefully back into his lap.]
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Hmm... I can't really say. I'm sure this sort of thing is different for everyone.
[He likes when Yuuri smiles, and when he blushes. Even that faint amount, and Viktor can feel his heart skip a beat. Yuuri is so precious too him, and everything he does makes Viktor want to go overboard with affection and compliments. It's rare that anyone unlocks this side of him. For now, he stays calm, and he chuckles again, a light sound, and brushes the pad of his thumb over the pink on Yuuri's cheek. Looking down at him from above, face nestled in his hair, is a view Viktor could get used to.]
Biased? No.
[Well, maybe a little.]
The second I saw you performing my routine, I was inspired in a way I hadn't been in years. Even without the history we had I'd have wanted to meet you just as badly, Yuuri.
[Even though he knows Yuuri doesn't remember the night of the banquet, it still stands out as a precious and amusing memory to him. The hand of Yuuri's that he holds is quickly lifted to his mouth so he can kiss Yuuri's fingers and then he does it again, on his ring this time for good measure. He can still barely look at the glinting golden object without getting a lump in his throat.
It's a reminder that all of this is real.]
The way you move to the music enthralls people all over the world, and I'm definitely no exception.
A fact!
How can it get any less biased than that?
[Grinning and a little giddy, he places their hands carefully back into his lap.]