( welcome instead to the opposite end of events: living on your own, and always knowing, and having no one, around to confirm or deny or even live on past the weirdness. just a connection to the person who means the most in his life that feels like it's getting more tenuous every day.

Yuri snorts, rolling his hand in a tossing motion. )

Fair warning that I've only ever lived with my Grandfather before. ( and a pause as an errant thought strikes. ) Uh. I'll try to remember not to run around naked?

( he's already kind of considering his clothing optional life at home when he gets caught up in other ideas, leading to leaping out of the shower and facing possible unhappy slip'n'slide consequences on the old wooden floors. not his fault he tends to leap before he thinks.

(it's entirely his fault.) )

Anyway, I've got sheets and stuff so the couch can be more of a real bed instead of just, you know, the couch.