"Shh, I'm trying to--" Otabek winces, can feel the eyes swivel back this way, so while he's caught a bit off balance by the sudden tug on his wrist, stumbles a step or two, there's no resistance, and by the time he's caught his feet, he's helping, maybe half bearing down on Yuri, actually, a bit faster.
They stumble through the door and it's not actually a janitor's closet, which is good. In fact, it's the opposite-- some kind of side room for hosting special guests who come to the arena, dark and silent now, but opulent, tables with white tablecloths and a chandelier.
They both kind of slam into the wall next to the door and Yuri manages to get the door closed but Otabek is the one who locks it, just in case anyone was following. It's one motion between that and pulling Yuri closer and they're already all tangled up in each other. He doesn't know where the impulse comes from. He's certainly not thinking about it. There's just too much under his skin and the panic and the run has banished all of the tiredness he was feeling and Yuri feels so good in his arms.
it's always both. :3
They stumble through the door and it's not actually a janitor's closet, which is good. In fact, it's the opposite-- some kind of side room for hosting special guests who come to the arena, dark and silent now, but opulent, tables with white tablecloths and a chandelier.
They both kind of slam into the wall next to the door and Yuri manages to get the door closed but Otabek is the one who locks it, just in case anyone was following. It's one motion between that and pulling Yuri closer and they're already all tangled up in each other. He doesn't know where the impulse comes from. He's certainly not thinking about it. There's just too much under his skin and the panic and the run has banished all of the tiredness he was feeling and Yuri feels so good in his arms.