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Every light in the room was turned off. The door to the balcony was halfway open, and chiffon curtains billowed in the breeze. Light rain was falling.
“Come to bed, Yuuri,” came a soft voice.
“Sorry, it’s just…” Yuuri put one hand against the glass. “It’s so beautiful. The colors, the light, I can’t stop looking at it all.”
Cold hands crept under the hem of Yuuri’s shirt and up his sides, and Yuuri muffled a shriek. He whirled around, biting his lip to keep from laughing.
“Your hands are freezing,” he said.
“Warm them up, then,” Viktor replied, leaning down to brush their lips together.
They stood, wrapped up in each other, for some intermediate span of time.
Yuuri grinned before dropping the pickup line he’d been formulating all day. “Mm, you’re right… why look at the view out there, when you’re in here?”
“I’ve been out-flirted,” Viktor moaned as soon as he’d stopped giggling. “I’ll never recover.”
“Drama queen.”
“Ohh, so we’re name-calling now?” Viktor pressed Yuuri back against the glass, and Yuuri sucked in a breath when his leg hit the doorframe.
Viktor pulled back an inch or so. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty much healed now,” Yuuri said.
“Are you sure? We can st-”
“Uh, no,” said Yuuri, pulling Viktor back down to his level.
A few more minutes passed.
“How is the mark?” Yuuri thought to ask. “It’s been a few days since-”
“It’s almost all gone, now,” Viktor said, lifting Yuuri’s hand to his forehead. Yuuri brushed back strands of silver hair to reveal the faintest outline of a spiral.
“Do you feel okay-?”
“I feel like I want to kiss you again,” said Viktor, and he did just that.
Yuuri was just starting to realize how drowsy he was when Viktor broke their embrace. He opened his mouth to complain, but cut himself off with a yelp as Viktor jerked the two of them backwards. They fell onto the couch, breathless.
“You’re right, Yuuri,” Viktor said, eyes shining a hundred different colors. “It’s beautiful.” His face was bathed in the flickering lights of the city. Yuuri recalled the night at the hot springs not long ago and was struck with a pang of sadness.
“I wish I’d had more time,” he said, staring at the view without quite seeing it. “I only got to be there with all of you for a couple months. Now…”
“Hey, hey,” Viktor said softly. He wrapped his arms around Yuuri, slotting their hands together. “It’s okay. It’s not the end of the world.”
Yuuri was silent, leaning into the hug.
“We might not be able to go back, but…” Viktor squeezed his hands. “At least we have each other.”
“Yeah.”
A layer of quiet separated them.
“Yuuri, please talk to me,” Viktor said. “Are you… okay?”
There was something unspoken behind that tentative question: do you regret it?
Thinking back on everything that had happened since September — the fear, the adrenaline, the horror, the happiness; meeting Viktor, meeting his friends, and discovering something like a legacy he didn’t even know he had — Yuuri knew for certain that he didn’t.
He took a deep breath and looked up at Viktor. Magic sparked between their intertwined hands.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m okay.”
I’ll be okay as long as I’m with you.