( To be fair, his deepest thoughts about what Viktor does behind closed doors have usually been, "I don't want to know." It's... unlikely to change anytime soon, unless it's Yuri's career on Viktor's desk, and Yuri himself on the far side of that formidable door.
Yuri frowns, squinting at Viktor, then as abruptly jerking his head back as he sees the plush. He reacts like Viktor expects when he tosses the cat his way; there's a sense of possessive rightness Yuri feels bloom under his breastbone as he catches the cat.
As abruptly, he throws it away, pulling his hands back and...
... backing out the door. )
Why the hell do you have one of those too?!
( He doesn't like the fact the cat feels right in his hands, like it should be his. He hasn't liked it in any instance. That he himself looks a bit like a scalded cat as he hovers out in the hall escapes his notice: he's staring down at the plush before determinedly looking away, focusing on Viktor to exclude the adorable stuffed creature from his immediate line of sight. )
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Yuri frowns, squinting at Viktor, then as abruptly jerking his head back as he sees the plush. He reacts like Viktor expects when he tosses the cat his way; there's a sense of possessive rightness Yuri feels bloom under his breastbone as he catches the cat.
As abruptly, he throws it away, pulling his hands back and...
... backing out the door. )
Why the hell do you have one of those too?!
( He doesn't like the fact the cat feels right in his hands, like it should be his. He hasn't liked it in any instance. That he himself looks a bit like a scalded cat as he hovers out in the hall escapes his notice: he's staring down at the plush before determinedly looking away, focusing on Viktor to exclude the adorable stuffed creature from his immediate line of sight. )