[it wasn't as if he could have predicted that flynn would take to the touch so well; he expected a little more pearl-clutching than that. but yuri won't deny that his actions were teasing in manner. maybe he wouldn't have gone that far if he knew flynn would be receptive to it, but all the same... well, it was fun.

both in the manner of teasing and just because he doesn't mind the physical contact anyway. it's playful and it's fun, but with flynn, it's also comfortable, almost eerily so. most people couldn't weave moods the way they do; they'd effortlessly gone from a blowout fight to a topic switch to something intimate without even blinking.]

Dunno. [he states simply, but yet thoughtful.] I wasn't exactly planning on any of this to begin with.

[he shrugs his shoulders slightly, dropping his hands and letting them rest on his stomach. he leans back a little more to put some more weight on flynn's hands (oops), thinking it over. what now? he's never been good at planning with this kind of thing; yuri's method had always just been to do what felt right until it didn't feel right anymore. so whether that was a single night of making out drunkely on the sofa, or taking a girl back to his room for a few weeks until things fizzled out, he just had a tendency to do things without questioning it.

but could they do that? when they both know that their ideals differ, when they bicker constantly—when the inevitable end will arise when yuri has to go on being a criminal while flynn commands the imperial knights? well, it's something he could worry about later, he guesses.

do what feels right, until it doesn't feel right anymore.]

Guess it depends how much you like consorting with a common criminal. [yuri "true romantic" lowell.]