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[ He stops trying to push Yuuri away then, and after a few beats, his fingers wrap around his ankle gently; they're somehow both warm and cold to the touch because of his feverish hangover and the drying sweat. ]

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[ It's a strange feeling. But Yuuri had meant it when he said he'd stay. ]

Take it easy...

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[ He nods, sipping more water. His hand only shakes a little. ]

Sorry again ...

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You don't have to apologize. We'll both sleep in and practice later tomorrow.

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[ He manages a weak smile around the rim of the glass. ]

You would have slept in anyway.

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[ Gently teasing: ]

Don't be rude while I'm helping you.

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[ The pad of his thumb caresses Yuuri's ankle, that odd coolness traveling over the bone. ]

Is it rude if it's true?

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That's exactly why it's rude.

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It's better to know the truth, isn't it?

Ah, but you should get up on time though. I don't think I'll be able to, but you should go with Yurio to practice.

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And if I want to sleep in?

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You should listen to your coach.

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I'm not listening to my coach right now, though. I'm listening to my fiancé.

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[ Viktor sighs softly, leaning his shoulder against the tub. ]

... I like hearing you say that.

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"I'm not listening to my coach"?

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[ He chuckles faintly. ]

"My fiancé". Though you're probably saying that so I forget about the first part, huh.

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A little bit of both, Viktor.

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Haaah, what did I ever do to get such a willful student?

[ He hands the glass back to Yuuri, levering himself up off the bathroom floor. He's still a bit unsettles though, the stress from his nightmare still evident in his unsteady hands and the tension in his shoulders. ]

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[ He moves to refill it. And then ... sits next to him, leaning against him gently. ]

Your fault. I blame you completely.

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Now that's unfair ...

[ He in turn tilts his head to lean against Yuuri's. He'll be able to feel the gooseflesh against Viktor's arm like that, but Viktor ignores it for the moment. He takes Yuuri's hand though, weaving their fingers together. ]

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[ Yuuri squeezes back firmly. ]

Probably. I had my mental weaknesses long before you showed up, anyway.

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[ Viktor might have been able to hide that wince if he'd been feeling better. ]

Yuuri. You're not weak.

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I didn't say that, Viktor. Everyone has weaknesses.

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[ Another wince he can't hide or mask. ]

... Aah. I guess that's true.

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Let's not talk about that right now. Are you feeling any better?

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Mmm, not really, but I can probably go back to bed at least.