[ When was the last time Yuri let anyone hold him like this? The weight of his head against Flynn's shoulder is a fragile thing: he isn't all that heavy and Flynn feels trapped with it anyway, like if he moves too much or breathes wrong Yuri will realize what he's doing and get up and leave, and Flynn is content to let time stretch until his limbs go numb. At some point, he tangles his fingers into Yuri's hair and leaves them there, idly petting, reassuring them both that they're really here.
He could stay like this forever, even with Yuri cold and stiff and bloody, but it is probably for the best that Yuri does eventually shift up. Flynn doesn't protest except with a small sigh, lets Yuri tangle their fingers together and meets his eyes for a moment. ]
Come on.
[ Yuri doesn't like the fussing, Flynn knows that, but he also knows that the moment Yuri left him alone when he'd come back his body had closed in on him like a cage. Maybe Yuri is stronger than him, but Flynn isn't willing to risk that.
Repede shifts up off the couch first, his claws clicking on the floor as he heads for the stairs. Flynn stands next, letting the blanket fall off where it had pooled between them, and pulling Yuri with him. ]
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He could stay like this forever, even with Yuri cold and stiff and bloody, but it is probably for the best that Yuri does eventually shift up. Flynn doesn't protest except with a small sigh, lets Yuri tangle their fingers together and meets his eyes for a moment. ]
Come on.
[ Yuri doesn't like the fussing, Flynn knows that, but he also knows that the moment Yuri left him alone when he'd come back his body had closed in on him like a cage. Maybe Yuri is stronger than him, but Flynn isn't willing to risk that.
Repede shifts up off the couch first, his claws clicking on the floor as he heads for the stairs. Flynn stands next, letting the blanket fall off where it had pooled between them, and pulling Yuri with him. ]