[ Flynn can't find it anywhere in himself to be annoyed with Yuri laughing like that. It takes him by surprise, sweeps through Yuri in a bubbling wave until he's shaking beneath Flynn, laughing bright and open and easy like he wasn't being tortured for days. Yuri's laughter has always been an infectious thing, or perhaps Flynn just orients himself too fully around Yuri, lets himself get caught in the warm and changeable tides of his feelings. Yuri laughs, and Flynn laughs with him, pressing his face into the curve of his shoulder as he laughs, helpless. ]
It's worked— [ he swats at Yuri without meaning it at all ] —plenty of times before!
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It's worked— [ he swats at Yuri without meaning it at all ] —plenty of times before!