[ Yuri doesn't let the blanket go. Maybe it's stupid, but it's important to him. The rest of the paper falls off as he stands up, holding it closer against his bare chest, the jumpsuit hanging around his hips. He stays close to Flynn as they climb the stairs. His legs feel exhausted, like he's been sick for days, or just walked miles on miles and, maybe, he did both. He lost so much blood to that place, doesn't know what they're going to do with it.
He pauses by the bathroom, holding the blanket against his chest. He isn't really going to ask Flynn to come in with him. He can handle this. He can be alone.
With more effort than he wants to admit, he pushes the blanket into Flynn's hands and offers him something like a smile, but it comes out more like a grimace ]
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He pauses by the bathroom, holding the blanket against his chest. He isn't really going to ask Flynn to come in with him. He can handle this. He can be alone.
With more effort than he wants to admit, he pushes the blanket into Flynn's hands and offers him something like a smile, but it comes out more like a grimace ]
I'll be quick.