The response is automatic. There couldn't be any other. It's amazing how such a short sentence can contain so much. How one person could contain so much.
Viktor squeezes Yuuri tighter. Absorbing the moment. Eyes glittering in wonder in their reflection. It's finally sinking in what all this is for. Or rather, who. That this isn't just a whim, it's a gift. It probably wouldn't look that way from the outside, but who cares?
It's for them. It's what works for them.
There's no mischief at all in the next question. Just hope.
"...What about a suit? Could you maybe want one of them too?"
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The response is automatic. There couldn't be any other. It's amazing how such a short sentence can contain so much. How one person could contain so much.
Viktor squeezes Yuuri tighter. Absorbing the moment. Eyes glittering in wonder in their reflection. It's finally sinking in what all this is for. Or rather, who. That this isn't just a whim, it's a gift. It probably wouldn't look that way from the outside, but who cares?
It's for them. It's what works for them.
There's no mischief at all in the next question. Just hope.
"...What about a suit? Could you maybe want one of them too?"