( He listens, incredulous, but paying close attention, because Viktor doesn't screw with him like this. Yuri's of the opinion the older man screws with him in other ways, but how much of that is reality versus teenage perception is a matter of debate.
But he's a keen kid, either way; he hears Vitya trail off, watches him turn around and check his phone. Sees the silence as much as he hears it, and then there it is: Viktor's answer. )
You're so full of shit, Viktor! Fine, what-fucking-ever. You knew what Yuri's Angels were. But don't tell me. I'm sure it's worth keeping that to yourself. I'm so sure it's worth it.
( Yuri hasn't liked this, hasn't liked the implication, doesn't know about this die-hard fan club that Viktor Nikiforov is talking about without blinking: until, just as suddenly, he's not. Yuri's tired of this already, tired of what he perceives as being needless bullshit from someone he really, really wishes he could trust.
But he doesn't. That's just as evident when he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and executes a flawless, still... too dramatic spin turn and stalks off. Not stomping, though there's something tempting there. He's unsettled enough that he wants to go think about this and the implications, even as he's definitely leaving Viktor with his new fuzzy friend and his helpful lack of transparency. He has enough to deal with in his life. He doesn't need to deal with more shitty adults being exactly that: shitty.
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Date: 2017-04-09 04:36 am (UTC)But he's a keen kid, either way; he hears Vitya trail off, watches him turn around and check his phone. Sees the silence as much as he hears it, and then there it is: Viktor's answer. )
You're so full of shit, Viktor! Fine, what-fucking-ever. You knew what Yuri's Angels were. But don't tell me. I'm sure it's worth keeping that to yourself. I'm so sure it's worth it.
( Yuri hasn't liked this, hasn't liked the implication, doesn't know about this die-hard fan club that Viktor Nikiforov is talking about without blinking: until, just as suddenly, he's not. Yuri's tired of this already, tired of what he perceives as being needless bullshit from someone he really, really wishes he could trust.
But he doesn't. That's just as evident when he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and executes a flawless, still... too dramatic spin turn and stalks off. Not stomping, though there's something tempting there. He's unsettled enough that he wants to go think about this and the implications, even as he's definitely leaving Viktor with his new fuzzy friend and his helpful lack of transparency. He has enough to deal with in his life. He doesn't need to deal with more shitty adults being exactly that: shitty.
(Way too jaded, way too young. YURI.) )