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[ Yuuri's voice seems to get through Viktor's fear-haze, or at least makes him stop trying to scramble off the bed. Staring at Yuuri wide-eyed, he lets out a string of curses in Russian.

With a shaky hand, Viktor pulls his hair away from his face. His voice is trembling just as bad. ]

... Y-Yuuri?

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[ Yuuri gently approaches the edge of the bed, reaching a hand out for his face. ]

It's me, Viktor. Here ... it's all right ...

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[ Viktor's skin is clammy to the touch. There's a pause after Yuuri touches him, his only reaction is to inhale slowly. After several beats, Viktor finally relaxes with a harsh exhale, covering Yuuri's hand with his own. ]

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[ There we go. Yuuri creeps closer an inch at a time. ]

Nightmare, huh.

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[ Viktor doesn't answer out loud, nodding instead. He watches Yuuri come closer, not protesting it or moving away. ]

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[ That stillness is still unnerving. Moving ever so gently, Yuuri moves in to slip his arms around Viktor. ]

We're safe now. Doors are all locked downstairs.

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[ It's never more obvious that Viktor is usually moving, bouncing, preening, or prancing than when he's ... not. His body under Yuuri's arms is still tense but Viktor leans into Yuuri gratefully; it's only when Viktor presses against him that his trembling is noticeable.

He muffles something into Yuuri's shoulder, but stops when he realizes he was speaking Russian. He starts again. ]

That's not—what the dream was about. Not whatever's outside.

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[ Yuuri gently leans his head against Viktor's shoulder. ]

What did you see?

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[ Viktor breathes in the scent of Yuuri's hair, using it to steady himself more. ]

It wasn't about what I saw ...

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[ Ah. Yuuri huddles in closer. ]

Felt?

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[ A silent nod. ]

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[ He starts stroking up and down Viktor's back gently, his hands moving in a wide circle. ]

It wasn't real. Whatever you felt.

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[ He's sweaty and cold under Yuuri's hand, getting goosebumps in the chill night air. ]

Not in the dream anyway.

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... Right. In the dream, I meant. It can't hurt you any more.

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[ But I was the one hurting you. He tightens his arms around Yuuri, not saying it out loud. ]

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[ Yuuri is happy to lean in closer at that. All but burying his face in Viktor's shoulder. ]

Can you tell me what it was about?

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[ There's no answer from Viktor for several beats, still trying to steady himself by using Yuuri as an anchor. It's only after a full minute that he sighs out. ]

Can ... we just lay down again? I might be able to go back to sleep now ...

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[ If that's what Viktor wants. Yuuri nods at that, and tugs Viktor back down into bed. ]

Come on.

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[ He gratefully lets Yuuri direct him back down to the bed. This time Viktor lays his head on Yuuri's chest with his arm around his fiance's body, purposefully scooting lower in the bed to do it. ]

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[ Yuuri gently runs his fingers through Viktor's hair, steady and soothing. ]

I didn't dream about anything at all.

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[ Viktor makes a pleased sound in his throat, enjoying the sensation immensely. He also puffs out a quiet breath against Yuuri's skin, and a faint smile is hinted at in his voice. ]

Did I wear you out that you slept so soundly?

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[ Yuuri keeps going then. ]

Mm-hmm. Safe and tired both.

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[ The arm around Yuuri's torso tightens briefly, fingers grazing along his side. ]

That's the best way to be tired. There's so much I'd like to do with you ...

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We will. We'll get there. And if I have to be patient with you this time, that's only fair.

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[ Another puff of not-quite laughter. He appreciates the change of subject to get his mind off of the dream. ]

I don't think I could wait that long again.