The next morning, Yuuri didn't bring up the events that had transpired during the night. He couldn't be sure that Viktor even remembered what happened, and if he'd forgotten than Yuuri preferred it to stay that way. He didn't want Viktor to feel guilty for anything.
Yuuri poached two eggs and toasted two english muffins. Carefully, he spread the orange marmalade that Viktor liked over one of the muffins, and placed an egg beside it. To his relief, Viktor's health was steadily improving. Due to dutiful attention, the infection in his finger had not returned; Yuuri assumed that the blisters on his torso were fading as well.
Yuuri prepared his own food, then poured some sea for the pair of them. Viktor liked it with lots of sugar, the thought of which made Yuuri feel slightly ill. He preferred plain tea, while Viktor couldn't stand the taste of it. Placing the dishes onto a tray, Yuuri carried breakfast into the dining room.
Viktor was sitting there, kicking his feet and humming. When he heard Yuuri enter, he looked up and beamed.
"Yuuri!" He had a way of drawing out the syllables that was so endearing. Yuuri smiled at him, set the platter down on the table, and then seated himself.
"Here," he said, setting Viktor's food and drink before him. "I hope you like it. We'll have to go to the store again soon, there's several things we need."
Viktor started waited until Yuuri seated himself. Following along with Yuuri, he clumsily placed his hands together.
"Itadakimasu!" Viktor tried his best, but still stumbled near the middle. Yuuri greatly appreciated that he wanted to partake in customs with him. Viktor began to eat his egg, glowing with happiness. "It's so delicious!" he cooed, a bit of egg yolk dribbling down his chin.
"We have it all the time," Yuuri pointed out, amused.
"I know, but it's amazing," Viktor replied sincerely, dabbing at his face with his napkin. Yuuri felt a twinge of sadness, thinking of how even this simple meal was so much better than what Viktor had been eating before. Viktor hadn't gone into explicit detail, but the way he acted at every meal and how malnourished he had been suggested that the food he was eating had been abhorrent.
Yuuri started eating his own food. Feeling the unnerving sensation of being watched, he shifted his gaze and caught Viktor staring at him with his intelligent, glittering blue-green eyes. 'Does he remember?' he thought immediately, with a flash of panic. Both of them quickly averted their eyes.
Viktor bit into his muffin, seeming to melt in happiness. It was awfully adorable.
"I could teach you how to cook," Yuuri offered, face flushing. "If you'd like."
"Wow!" Viktor exclaimed through a mouthful of food, then quickly reigned in his eagerness and swallowed. "I'd love that." They shared a soft smile, looking into each other's eyes. All too soon, they came to their senses and broke eye contact to return to their meals. Yuuri's cheeks and ears felt warm, and his hands were jittery. He hoped that Viktor would not notice.
(Sorry for these short chapters! And also sorry it's been so long, wow. Comments encourage me 3 The next arc is intense.)