[ Yuri's knees are probably bruised, but at least he isn't chained up before. Even all the times he's been in prison, being shackled isn't familiar. He really hates it, hates not being able to use his hands. Being locked up, sure, but that?
He pushes himself up, moving toward Flynn, and catching his hands as he moves ]
Hey, hey. I'm fine. Worry about yourself. We need to get you out of these.
[ He doesn't let himself think about that fear in Flynn's voice, the concern toward Yuri, always the concern that Yuri doesn't want, that he wonders if it's gotten worse since they started... whatever they're doing.
The blood frosted over on his thumb, and he brushes the frost away, letting the blood flow again, pressing it into the locks on each of Flynn's wrists. He waits, holding Flynn's hands in his, until the mechanisms crack, and the shackles are loose enough to fall off Flynn's wrists.
He glances up at Flynn's face, then, with a little grin. ]
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He pushes himself up, moving toward Flynn, and catching his hands as he moves ]
Hey, hey. I'm fine. Worry about yourself. We need to get you out of these.
[ He doesn't let himself think about that fear in Flynn's voice, the concern toward Yuri, always the concern that Yuri doesn't want, that he wonders if it's gotten worse since they started... whatever they're doing.
The blood frosted over on his thumb, and he brushes the frost away, letting the blood flow again, pressing it into the locks on each of Flynn's wrists. He waits, holding Flynn's hands in his, until the mechanisms crack, and the shackles are loose enough to fall off Flynn's wrists.
He glances up at Flynn's face, then, with a little grin. ]
Not so bad. Wanna get the hell out of here?