[ his office is really the perfect place to talk -- it was built for that function, after all. yuuri's put up a do not disturb sign on the whiteboard by the door just like how he does when he has a session with one of his students, and really, in a way, it kind of feels the same.
it's the similarities like that, that yuuri wants to desperately hold on to. it's taken him a little while longer than any of them to let go, to accept that this -- all the stuff that he remembers -- isn't really who he is. that this is the actual and only reality, the fact that they are in this city where they don't belong, with these powers to fight. they've gone through a few battles now, but yuuri is only just starting to get used to the idea. ]
That's not a problem. Thanks for taking time to come and see me...
[ yuuri sits across from Otabek, nervously turning the teacup around and around in his hands. ]
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it's the similarities like that, that yuuri wants to desperately hold on to. it's taken him a little while longer than any of them to let go, to accept that this -- all the stuff that he remembers -- isn't really who he is. that this is the actual and only reality, the fact that they are in this city where they don't belong, with these powers to fight. they've gone through a few battles now, but yuuri is only just starting to get used to the idea. ]
That's not a problem. Thanks for taking time to come and see me...
[ yuuri sits across from Otabek, nervously turning the teacup around and around in his hands. ]
What do you want to talk about?