[ All of this is getting a little too real for Yuri. He still isn't scared, but his discomfort with these words is obvious. But, he's here to do this. He's here to share this, so they don't have to use words as much anymore.
He grips Flynn's wrist, finishing the circle, each of their hands around his wrists, his around theirs, and closing his eyes. He probably doesn't need to, but it feels right. ]
Yeah, I... [ love you too. He doesn't finish the sentence, because a moment later, the world is a little more full. Where a moment ago, there were only his own emotions: anticipation, a low hum of contentment, a dash of fear. Now he can feel more. He can feel the warmth and joy and yearning from Blue. He can feel a fear matching his own from Flynn, a fear of being known, something he's too familiar with. But he feels it, like it's his own, but it isn't. He sucks in a breath, opening his eyes to stare at both of them, first at Blue, then at Flynn.
It's so strange. So strange, so different, like the feelings Flynn couldn't keep back when they lay together in their bed, but now it's different. It isn't like they're being shown to him, but like they're just a part of him, like the press of gentle hands on his heart. ]
I think it worked.
[ His voice is a hoarse croak when he says it, rough with emotion that's all a bit too much. It's too much, and he isn't practiced at pushing down three people's worth of feelings, only one. That isn't something he considered. He didn't consider that their feelings could get to him. That the joy coming from Blue might choke him up a bit, that the feeling of inadequacy from Flynn would make him want to hit something, but here it is. He feels full up, like maybe a part of him hadn't really felt before, but now it does. Now it feels, and it feels so much and he can't stop looking between the pair of them ]
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He grips Flynn's wrist, finishing the circle, each of their hands around his wrists, his around theirs, and closing his eyes. He probably doesn't need to, but it feels right. ]
Yeah, I... [ love you too. He doesn't finish the sentence, because a moment later, the world is a little more full. Where a moment ago, there were only his own emotions: anticipation, a low hum of contentment, a dash of fear. Now he can feel more. He can feel the warmth and joy and yearning from Blue. He can feel a fear matching his own from Flynn, a fear of being known, something he's too familiar with. But he feels it, like it's his own, but it isn't. He sucks in a breath, opening his eyes to stare at both of them, first at Blue, then at Flynn.
It's so strange. So strange, so different, like the feelings Flynn couldn't keep back when they lay together in their bed, but now it's different. It isn't like they're being shown to him, but like they're just a part of him, like the press of gentle hands on his heart. ]
I think it worked.
[ His voice is a hoarse croak when he says it, rough with emotion that's all a bit too much. It's too much, and he isn't practiced at pushing down three people's worth of feelings, only one. That isn't something he considered. He didn't consider that their feelings could get to him. That the joy coming from Blue might choke him up a bit, that the feeling of inadequacy from Flynn would make him want to hit something, but here it is. He feels full up, like maybe a part of him hadn't really felt before, but now it does. Now it feels, and it feels so much and he can't stop looking between the pair of them ]
You feel like this all the time?!