[ He says it on a breath. He is touched, and feels a little choked up, and Goddess he isn't going to let himself cry, but after the days he's been through, with whatever this place is doing to him (his pallor is so much worse, his hair dangling around his face, his teeth elongated into fangs, fingernails more like claws, his emotions a surging mess).
Instead, he just stares down at it, not sure what to do, now. He's still half-bare, still bloody and gross, still aching and exhausted, and here Flynn is, trying to help him, giving him gifts, staying by him, and that's really all he wants. All he wants is for Flynn to be safe and happy and close by. He was fine with the first two, back home. If Flynn was safe, if he was happy, if he was doing what he wanted to do, that was alright by Yuri. Now, that selfish part of him is rearing up, now he wants more than that, he wants more and he isn't sure if he can ask for it.
He should say something more, his fingers fisting in the blanket, but emotion is clogging his throat, making it hard to breathe. He takes difficult, strangled gasps, breath rasping, and he still can't do anything. He's never been good with words, never been good at showing when something means something to him, but this means so much, and it's just a blanket and he feels like he shouldn't be knocked over by this, but he is. ]
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[ He says it on a breath. He is touched, and feels a little choked up, and Goddess he isn't going to let himself cry, but after the days he's been through, with whatever this place is doing to him (his pallor is so much worse, his hair dangling around his face, his teeth elongated into fangs, fingernails more like claws, his emotions a surging mess).
Instead, he just stares down at it, not sure what to do, now. He's still half-bare, still bloody and gross, still aching and exhausted, and here Flynn is, trying to help him, giving him gifts, staying by him, and that's really all he wants. All he wants is for Flynn to be safe and happy and close by. He was fine with the first two, back home. If Flynn was safe, if he was happy, if he was doing what he wanted to do, that was alright by Yuri. Now, that selfish part of him is rearing up, now he wants more than that, he wants more and he isn't sure if he can ask for it.
He should say something more, his fingers fisting in the blanket, but emotion is clogging his throat, making it hard to breathe. He takes difficult, strangled gasps, breath rasping, and he still can't do anything. He's never been good with words, never been good at showing when something means something to him, but this means so much, and it's just a blanket and he feels like he shouldn't be knocked over by this, but he is. ]