[ Coming from anyone else, that would probably hurt, but Flynn knows Yuri, and he knows Yuri when he's tired and hurt, although maybe never like this. He doesn't mean it like that: he just means Flynn is an idiot for apologizing, which is probably true because it isn't like he chose to leave, and he did everything he could to try and get back. He failed, and he is sorry for that, but Yuri doesn't need his apologies.
He isn't... actually sure what Yuri needs, right now.
It feels selfish just to let himself hold Yuri, to feel the wetness seeping through his thin shirt and the hard chill of him, to press his nose into Yuri's lank hair and stay there, breathing with him, but perhaps that's what Yuri needs right now. If it had been Flynn trapped there, he would need this. After his death it was all he wanted: Yuri, strong and real.
Maybe Yuri really does need... at least this. A reminder that he is free, that he isn't trapped anymore, that Flynn is here now even if he'd failed before. Flynn could ask, but he doesn't want to make Yuri talk.
He just nods, wordless, and then pushes a kiss to the bruised skin at Yuri's temple, tasting blood and sweat and not caring. He shifts just enough to pull Yuri's weight entirely onto himself, until he can press the flat of his palm between Yuri's shoulderblades like an anchor and hold him there in warm silence. ]
no subject
He isn't... actually sure what Yuri needs, right now.
It feels selfish just to let himself hold Yuri, to feel the wetness seeping through his thin shirt and the hard chill of him, to press his nose into Yuri's lank hair and stay there, breathing with him, but perhaps that's what Yuri needs right now. If it had been Flynn trapped there, he would need this. After his death it was all he wanted: Yuri, strong and real.
Maybe Yuri really does need... at least this. A reminder that he is free, that he isn't trapped anymore, that Flynn is here now even if he'd failed before. Flynn could ask, but he doesn't want to make Yuri talk.
He just nods, wordless, and then pushes a kiss to the bruised skin at Yuri's temple, tasting blood and sweat and not caring. He shifts just enough to pull Yuri's weight entirely onto himself, until he can press the flat of his palm between Yuri's shoulderblades like an anchor and hold him there in warm silence. ]