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[ Yuuri watches his face ... then relaxes slightly. ]

Yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that.

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Yuuri, [ he almost interrupts, his tone sounding like it does when he's coaching. ] Do I apologize to you when giving you a lecture?

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... Are you coaching me on how to coach?

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I'm trying to tell you that you don't need to apologize to me.

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All right, all right ...

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[ He rolls onto his side, unfortunately dislodging Yuuri from his chest, but laying so that they face each other. ]

I mean it. You don't have to apologize for anything, Yuuri. Not for sassing at me, not for when your anxiety gets bad ...

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And if I want to apologize anyway?

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If you wanted, that's fine.

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I'm probably still going to for a while.

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I know, and that's fine too. Do you want me to remind you that you don't?

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... That I don't apologize?

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That you don't have to.

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[ He bows his head again. ]

Yeah. I'd like that.

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[ He leans in to press a kiss to Yuuri's hairline. ]

Okay. If there's anything else you want or need me to do, all you have to do is ask.

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[ He shakes his head lightly and leans it against Viktor. ]

No ... I'm fine.

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[ Viktor leans his cheek against Yuuri's head. ]

Right now you may be, but the offer stands.

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Then ... thank you, Viktor.

[ He kisses the hollow of Viktor's neck lightly. ]

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You're welcome, моя любовь.

[ Viktor settles more into the covers, draping an arm over Yuuri and gathering him close. ]

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[ Yuuri settles in then, and lets himself drift off. No regret in his expression tonight. ]

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[ There's that, at least.

Whereas Viktor might be awake for some time, trying to calm his mind from the events of the night by watching Yuuri sleep. It's only about after an hour that he finally drifts off too. ]

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[ Sorry, Viktor. Yuuri at least has an easy enough time sleeping. His shock wasn't quite as bad as Viktor's, and having Viktor there next to him staves off the worst.

But maybe Viktor's not having as good of a night here... ]

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[ No. No, he is not.

It's in the dead of night that Yuuri gets woken up by something ... strangling him? Something wrapped around his body and squeezing tightly, an odd rasping sound loud in his ear. ]

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[ A hand is moving up to Viktor's mouth, even, clamping down over it. While another arm snakes around his waist. Someone coming to take him away in the night, clearly. ]

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[ It only makes Viktor's muscles tense even more, the sensations mingling with his nightmare of flashing knifes and spurting blood and oh god Yuuri don't look at me like that—

He cries out, the look of horror in Yuuri's face too for his subconsciousness to bear, and he starts to flail, trying to push those hand and arms away from him. ]

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[ Yuuri is pushed away pretty easily. Between that and the flailing, he jolts up in bed muzzily, trying to orient himself. ]

-- Viktor?