Yuri stands in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee machine to finish. Sleepily, you slink up behind him, arms wrapping underneath his. «Доброе утро, милый,» (good morning honey) Yuri rubs his fingers over yours, your eyes peering over his shoulder. Your hands grip his shirt, eyes flicking up to his. «Ты никогда не оставишь меня, да? (youll never leave me, yes?) You ask, to which Yuri chuckles at your absurdity. “What are you saying?” He asks, his head turning down to look at you.