A... [ present? He's going to ask, but then Flynn is taking the paper off of it, and drops a blanket into his lap. It's already warm, and Yuri gasps softly, digging his hands into it without really thinking. It's so warm, like pressing his fingers into Repede's fur, but softer and still and he stares at it for a moment before looking up at Flynn, his lips parted. ]
Is this for me?
[ Is it a present? When was the last time anyone got him anything? He doesn't know. Maybe when he turned 18 and Hanks got him a good pair of boots.
His emotions are a mess, and they well up in him and he's usually so good at tamping them down but he's tired, so tired, and he hurts everywhere, inside and out, and Flynn is looking at him with so much worry in his face and usually that would be annoying, but right now it just makes him feel warm, warm like this blanket, and he loves Flynn so much that it hurts him sometimes, to have Flynn so close to him, because he doesn't know what to do with love. ]
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Is this for me?
[ Is it a present? When was the last time anyone got him anything? He doesn't know. Maybe when he turned 18 and Hanks got him a good pair of boots.
His emotions are a mess, and they well up in him and he's usually so good at tamping them down but he's tired, so tired, and he hurts everywhere, inside and out, and Flynn is looking at him with so much worry in his face and usually that would be annoying, but right now it just makes him feel warm, warm like this blanket, and he loves Flynn so much that it hurts him sometimes, to have Flynn so close to him, because he doesn't know what to do with love. ]