Yuri could tell he had said something wrong and that it was affecting Yuuri the wrong way. Was it his blasé attitude over the situation? Surely someone older with a better understanding of the world would understand? Apparently Yuri was wrong.

Perhaps he was wrong in trying to distance himself as well? Or was that just his deeply buried beneath sixteen layers of angry teenage concrete desire to impress the Japanese man?

Well it both couldn't and could be the latter because first of all - there was none of that desire. And secondly Yuri was in the right here. They couldn't be attached to something that was just being taken away.

"I guess. Don't expect me to need anything."

His voice was still a little clipped. Then he smacks Yuuri's arm with the book he was holding, probably harder than he needed to.

"And stop moping! If you want to love it then love it! Not like anything less could be expected, you mother everyone."

Yuri crosses his arms again, glaring off while trying to look at least a little cool.

"Even me and I don't need it!"