( well, that's out of the way. he sort of decides all at once not to think about it anymore right now, since apparently, it's resolved, for whatever that means in the future. Anya's laughing, or trying not to, and he doesn't feel like being offended: the ghosts have shut up too. (they may have nodded to each other. the young will be as they are.)
instead, he breathes out in a sigh of relief, hugging Anya again and closing his eyes as he drops his head down toward her shoulder. she's cut up and injured too, he noticed, and he'll ask about that in a moment, but there's only so much either of them can do. if it hadn't been the horror of today, and everything that's been happening, it was the horror of the weeks prior. the horror of fighting ghosts and something that felt and moved like evil, of seeing someone he didn't dislike practically impaled, so they could kill someone who'd already died and murdered in the process for her own agenda. in a mansion on fire, they'd escaped after hacking her apart; had found the plans for the Retrospec building, only to have the world drop out from under their feet.
there are ways of falling where the fall becomes simply another means of existing in terminal velocity. Yuri had hooked an arm around one of the stone lions, perhaps even the one laying own to their side. its singularly unconcerned with their drama. Yuri appreciates that sense of pervasive calm. he could use more of it right now, to calm down his head, or his heart, or his stomach.
instead he just holds one of his three best friends close and hopes they both figure out what meeting each other where they are really means. )
You sure that isn't a heart condition? ( he knows not, but the half-assed tease is as tired as he is. ) Yeah. I'll try to do that too.
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instead, he breathes out in a sigh of relief, hugging Anya again and closing his eyes as he drops his head down toward her shoulder. she's cut up and injured too, he noticed, and he'll ask about that in a moment, but there's only so much either of them can do. if it hadn't been the horror of today, and everything that's been happening, it was the horror of the weeks prior. the horror of fighting ghosts and something that felt and moved like evil, of seeing someone he didn't dislike practically impaled, so they could kill someone who'd already died and murdered in the process for her own agenda. in a mansion on fire, they'd escaped after hacking her apart; had found the plans for the Retrospec building, only to have the world drop out from under their feet.
there are ways of falling where the fall becomes simply another means of existing in terminal velocity. Yuri had hooked an arm around one of the stone lions, perhaps even the one laying own to their side. its singularly unconcerned with their drama. Yuri appreciates that sense of pervasive calm. he could use more of it right now, to calm down his head, or his heart, or his stomach.
instead he just holds one of his three best friends close and hopes they both figure out what meeting each other where they are really means. )
You sure that isn't a heart condition? ( he knows not, but the half-assed tease is as tired as he is. ) Yeah. I'll try to do that too.