[ When Yuri thinks (hopes) his sneezing might have abated for the time being, he carefully lowers his arm. He's careful not to move any closer, wary of disturbing some delicate balance he has somehow managed to have where his hayfever might not wreak total havoc on him.
Maybe it's just that the guy wetted down his fur, who knows? ]
Oh, I understand. I hate owing people anything, ever.
[ Far too many times, it cost him something he hadn't been prepared to give, or hung over his head like an enemy's blade. The looming awareness that, at any moment, he would be called upon for something he'd loathe weighed so heavily upon him that he avoided it at all costs. ]
But consider that there paying it forward. [ Yuri makes that his cue to first point at the handkerchief he'd handed his cat-eared company, then he tugs another from where he'd tucked it into his jacket. ] Somebody else handed me this one, after I surfaced.
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Maybe it's just that the guy wetted down his fur, who knows? ]
Oh, I understand. I hate owing people anything, ever.
[ Far too many times, it cost him something he hadn't been prepared to give, or hung over his head like an enemy's blade. The looming awareness that, at any moment, he would be called upon for something he'd loathe weighed so heavily upon him that he avoided it at all costs. ]
But consider that there paying it forward. [ Yuri makes that his cue to first point at the handkerchief he'd handed his cat-eared company, then he tugs another from where he'd tucked it into his jacket. ] Somebody else handed me this one, after I surfaced.