Even so, Yuri doesn't like the pinched expression on Morrison's face. It reminds him of how his grandpa looked. Skin losing color. The coughs that shook his body until he couldn't breathe.

Obviously this isn't the same. Morrison's not even human. But the tug is still there. Not from the pointe shoes, or the nice clothes, but from knowing how much it hurt. Being sick, or close enough. Your own body dragging you down.

"Why? Trying not to eat them too?"

...Which does not mean Yuri's letting things get warm and fuzzy. It's still scary. His pulse hammering in his wrists.