Yuri has spent the majority of his adult life doing nothing but fighting. Growing up in Soviet Russia, means he didn’t have much time for hobbies then, either. When he has those rare days of off time, he isn’t really sure what to do with himself. Sure, he’s got you, but he doesn’t want to annoy you by clinging to your side all the time.

You can see how restless he is, and you decide not to stand there and let him fidget anymore. That’s how you’ve ended up here—sitting on your living room floor, watching Yuri with an amused grin as he curses over the strings of the guitar in his lap hurting his fingers.

“It makes no sense,” He grumbles, running his fingers over the strings of guitar and narrowing his eyes as they create a less than perfect sound. “And you enjoy doing this? Sounds awful.”