[Even with the other sounding like himself, being there in person, everything has been laid out on the table for Flynn. He slowly raises his head, his heart hammering in his upper chest and throat. He couldn't breathe, but he slowly reaches up and cups Yuri's cheeks in his trembling hands.]
Yuri...
[Without missing a beat, he leans in and kisses Yuri.]
For all that everything seems to be happening in slow motion, every inch of Flynn all but shouting what he's about to do, the actual kiss is still a surprise. ]
[ And through the Flow between them, Flynn will feel that surprise for a few seconds — seconds during which even Yuri isn't sure whether he starts to lean in or not. It would've been so easy. Natural. Even if they haven't kissed since he, newly twelve, had wondered aloud one time whether tongue-kissing was as gross as it sounded. ]
[ And then, abruptly, what was a trickle of uncertain warmth turns to ice. Surprise becoming suspicion (this can't actually be happening) and then disbelief (it must be a mistake), followed by feardreadpain.
Yuri jerks back almost violently, breaking the kiss, and in desperation he finds his physical body again, clawing at the helmet until he can get it off.
The scientists in the other room are trying to calm him down, but he can't, can't stand another second of this, and finally he hears the gentle hiss of the machine disengaging from the spinal cord of his suit and he's free, running from—
(the room) (Flynn) (himself)
—without a backwards glance.
(All of that, and the Flow between them still never completely broke.) ]
Flynn stumbled back, eyes wide as he reaches out towards Yuri.]
Yuri--
[The strength leaves Flynn's legs and he finds himself sitting. His chest is hammering, and he can't breathe again. No, he sits there for the longest time, even after the scientists are able to disengage him.
One of them helps him take off his helmet, and another pushes his head between his own knees telling him to 'breathe'.
How can he breathe when he just ruined everything?]
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Date: 2023-06-02 02:38 am (UTC)Yuri...
[Without missing a beat, he leans in and kisses Yuri.]
1/?
Date: 2023-06-02 02:42 am (UTC)2/?
Date: 2023-06-02 02:50 am (UTC)3/?
Date: 2023-06-02 02:52 am (UTC)For all that everything seems to be happening in slow motion, every inch of Flynn all but shouting what he's about to do, the actual kiss is still a surprise. ]
4/?
Date: 2023-06-02 03:20 am (UTC)5/?
Date: 2023-06-02 03:24 am (UTC)But wasn't that just part of being friends with someone? Until Tokyo-F, he'd been so sure—) ]
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Date: 2023-06-02 03:35 am (UTC)Yuri jerks back almost violently, breaking the kiss, and in desperation he finds his physical body again, clawing at the helmet until he can get it off.
The scientists in the other room are trying to calm him down, but he can't, can't stand another second of this, and finally he hears the gentle hiss of the machine disengaging from the spinal cord of his suit and he's free, running from—
(the room) (Flynn) (himself)
—without a backwards glance.
(All of that, and the Flow between them still never completely broke.) ]
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Date: 2023-06-02 03:40 am (UTC)Flynn stumbled back, eyes wide as he reaches out towards Yuri.]
Yuri--
[The strength leaves Flynn's legs and he finds himself sitting. His chest is hammering, and he can't breathe again. No, he sits there for the longest time, even after the scientists are able to disengage him.
One of them helps him take off his helmet, and another pushes his head between his own knees telling him to 'breathe'.
How can he breathe when he just ruined everything?]