His duties have always kept him on his feet when nothing else would, when his feet are lead and his heart is in his throat. Right now he can't think of anything but Yuri and those pale limbs, the gray pallor to his skin and the smears of blood, the way his collarbones are jutting from under the awful jumpsuit—
The exhaustion and shadows in his eyes, deeper than ever.
Flynn nearly drops the glass, catches it at the last minute and makes himself breathe as he fills it. He's no use to Yuri like this, shaky with relief and guilt. Pulling it together enough to take care of him is the least Flynn owes him after leaving him to die in that awful place (and Flynn owes him so much more than that. Flynn owes him everything for so many reasons, a debt so large he'll never really be able to repay it. It looms over everything he does, a constant reminder of everything that Yuri sacrificed for him).
Yuri is a mess, and so Flynn grabs a cloth, too, wets it under the tap and carries it all back with him, pretending that he isn't hurrying like Yuri will have disappeared again from the couch while he was gone, pretending more that he isn't relieved to see him and Repede both there.
He makes Yuri drink the water, hovers until the glass is half-drained and then takes it from him so he doesn't throw up, and then presses himself back onto the couch on Yuri's other side and holds up the cloth. He's fussing, he knows that, and he knows Yuri hates it but he doesn't know what else to do, where else to channel everything burning inside him. ]
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His duties have always kept him on his feet when nothing else would, when his feet are lead and his heart is in his throat. Right now he can't think of anything but Yuri and those pale limbs, the gray pallor to his skin and the smears of blood, the way his collarbones are jutting from under the awful jumpsuit—
The exhaustion and shadows in his eyes, deeper than ever.
Flynn nearly drops the glass, catches it at the last minute and makes himself breathe as he fills it. He's no use to Yuri like this, shaky with relief and guilt. Pulling it together enough to take care of him is the least Flynn owes him after leaving him to die in that awful place (and Flynn owes him so much more than that. Flynn owes him everything for so many reasons, a debt so large he'll never really be able to repay it. It looms over everything he does, a constant reminder of everything that Yuri sacrificed for him).
Yuri is a mess, and so Flynn grabs a cloth, too, wets it under the tap and carries it all back with him, pretending that he isn't hurrying like Yuri will have disappeared again from the couch while he was gone, pretending more that he isn't relieved to see him and Repede both there.
He makes Yuri drink the water, hovers until the glass is half-drained and then takes it from him so he doesn't throw up, and then presses himself back onto the couch on Yuri's other side and holds up the cloth. He's fussing, he knows that, and he knows Yuri hates it but he doesn't know what else to do, where else to channel everything burning inside him. ]