[ He's about to slip into his usual routine, spouting reassurances that he's fine, or at least that he will be, but there's a fluttering in the bottom of his throat that keeps him quiet. Yusuke knows that if the roles were reversed, he would say the same thing.
When they reverse, there is always that nagging, guilty feeling that someday it will happen and it will be his own fault and it will be so much worse than a busted up shoulder. Right now, those dark thoughts are far enough away not to dwell on, pushed away by the butterflies Yusuke is more than happy to be home to. How long are they supposed to last, anyway? ]
Okay.
[ He makes himself as comfortable as he can, given the circumstances, and returns the innocent, affectionate gesture, pressing a kiss to Otabek's cheek. ]
As long as you promise to let me support you when you need it. You do so much for us, and rarely discuss your own problems. Don't think I haven't noticed... [ Aaaand yawn. How can Otabek be so fit and also a good pillow? Not fair. ] And let Yuri help. He's worried about my weight.
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When they reverse, there is always that nagging, guilty feeling that someday it will happen and it will be his own fault and it will be so much worse than a busted up shoulder. Right now, those dark thoughts are far enough away not to dwell on, pushed away by the butterflies Yusuke is more than happy to be home to. How long are they supposed to last, anyway? ]
Okay.
[ He makes himself as comfortable as he can, given the circumstances, and returns the innocent, affectionate gesture, pressing a kiss to Otabek's cheek. ]
As long as you promise to let me support you when you need it. You do so much for us, and rarely discuss your own problems. Don't think I haven't noticed... [ Aaaand yawn. How can Otabek be so fit and also a good pillow? Not fair. ] And let Yuri help. He's worried about my weight.