[ Yuri wasn't sure how to take the other's complement, wasn't sure how it made him feel. Something confusing and almost uncomfortable twisting in his gut at joining soldiers, at picking up something like fighting quickly. Yuuri wasn't wrong, but Yurio had been so absorbed in throwing himself into what had to be done that he hadn't stopped to think about what it meant.
Now wasn't really the time for that sort of internal crisis, though. So Yuri swallowed his feelings down, let the feelings of discomfort squirm, and focused on moving on. ]
How long have you been here? [ He demanded instead, changing the subject and pulling the other along, notably not taking his hand off of Yuuri. As if he thought that, by letting the other go he would somehow slip through his fingers, maybe even disappear. ]
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Now wasn't really the time for that sort of internal crisis, though. So Yuri swallowed his feelings down, let the feelings of discomfort squirm, and focused on moving on. ]
How long have you been here? [ He demanded instead, changing the subject and pulling the other along, notably not taking his hand off of Yuuri. As if he thought that, by letting the other go he would somehow slip through his fingers, maybe even disappear. ]