for wauuu

[emberossing]

Yuuri cracks open his eyes, blearily, to an unfamiliar ceiling. His head feels like it's either on fire or full of bees or possibly both and his stomach does a slow, sickening roll as he opens his eyes, but it settles, at least for the time being. Not just his head but everything hurts enough that, at least at first, he more just moves on auto-pilot, looking around for his glasses and taking what is obviously a pair of Paracetamol on the bedside table. There's a little note with them but he doesn't parse either the message or recognize the handwriting, so he just drinks about half the glass of water and looks around.

Memories leak back in slowly-- Vicchan, the competition, calling his mom, going back to the room, Celestino insisting that he had to go to the banquet afterwards, possibly worried he was going to do something stupid if he didn't. But he remembered saying no and refusing to open the door. So... shouldn't he be in the hotel room?

This is not the hotel room.

In fact, he swears he's seen this room before, somewhere, actually, but he's too tired and bleary to figure out where. So he just walks over to the bathroom, which he, for some reason, is able to guess the location of, and splashes water on his face rubs at it until he somewhat resembles a human being, and then goes in search of more clues to where he is.

The bedroom door creaks open and there's another sense of deja-vu as he looks around the apartment it opens on, but the pieces refuse to slot into place.

"He-Hello?"

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[emberossing]

"Oh!" Yuuri's reaction is initially quite unambiguous. After all, there were some things with his stolen stuff that he really couldn't afford to replace, had already resigned himself to not having a cell phone for the foreseeable future, for example, and losing even as much as he had in cash might have meant having to make serious cutbacks in other ways. But if all of that's safe, that's a huge weight off of him and he breathes an obvious sigh of relief. "That's... way better news than I was expecting, honestly. Can we go right away?"

He's not going to get why it's maybe not good news until later, or until Victor points it out, sorry. He's been stolen from and his stuff has been recovered and he's not stranded anymore. He's not thinking of the ramifications over the emotional response to that.

It is, however, clicking in his head that Victor doesn't look pleased.

[wauuu]

Victor lacks the perspective to know what Yuuri lost and also is past the broke and desperate for success part of his career. A lost phone is nothing he can't replace on a whim, just look at his ridiculous vacation condo in Sochi. He'd feel embarrassingly out of touch to have it pointed out to him, he forgets just how privileged being as well off as he is is. Really, he'd have offered to buy Yuuri a new phone by now, but knows it would read as some kind of "payment" for them being together like this. He wants to do everything to avoid that kind of implication, Sugar Daddy is certainly not the dynamic he wants to Yuuri. It's nice to see Yuuri excited by the news and it puts him at ease, in turn. His concerned look shifts to a casual smile.

"Of course, but we might want to call a car, it would be quite a walk," which is easy enough, he's got an app that can get a ride share to meet up with. After the station, they can get dropped off at the markets and then be back at the condo before it gets too late.

[emberossing]

There are some contexts, at this point, Yuuri might accept something like that in. Awkwardly, yes, and not without some misgivings, but it's the weakness on his own part that he minds, not the help, not really. And Victor has done an excellent job these past few days of side-stepping that part of Yuuri's brain, maybe because of how much Yuuri's had to rely on Victor just to not freeze to death in the streets or whatever. He's not sure. He's the most helpless and broken he's ever been in his life, in front of the one person in the world he wanted to present the best front to, the best parts of himself, and they're still fucking like rabbits and Victor's given him so many little "I love yous" and admiration and adoration and there's still a part of him that doesn't trust it will last, but that it's happening at all is ridiculous and wonderful.

"Whatever you think is best," he says, with a shrug, more focused on regaining his stuff than how far he might have to walk for it. That said, maybe some part of him is suddenly aware of the time growing short, because he's just kind of... softer around the edges a bit, at the moment, while they walk to an edge of the park to get the car, more willing to be closer to Victor, and to hell with whether or not people see them or take pictures.