IC Continuations

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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.

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... Come on. I'll bring the wastebasket with us.

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[ With one last squeeze to Yuuri's hand, Viktor's fingers slide from his, moving to stand. ]

I want to brush my teeth first. I'll join you in a minute?

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All right. I'll be there with Makkachin when you're done.

[ He stands, too. Then quietly goes to pad out of the room. ]

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Thank you.

[ Best fiancé. He only takes a few minutes, brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face before walking back to Yuuri's room. It's still probably looks weird: Viktor walking into his room wearing nothing but his designer briefs. Well. More like hot, but.

But Viktor actually looks as far from in the mood as he's ever been as he slides back into bed. ]

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[ Not so hot when Viktor looks like death warmed over. ]

... Hey. Welcome back?

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[ He makes a sound somewhere between a whine and a groan, curling into a loose ball with his back pressed against Yuuri's side. ]

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[ He curls in close then. Leaning his chin against Viktor's shoulder. ]

You're really feeling terrible ...

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[ He settles his own arm atop Yuuri's when he curls in, pressing back against him. ]

I was okay with the hangover part of it, but the nightmare ... nightmare made it worse.