ASLH

Sorry. I do not hate the word, but it matters a lot who I get it from. I went to the office on a weekend, way too early by my standards, only to be met with a very late update and cancellation. It did not get to me much, truly, because I did appreciate the short reprieve from the hell that was unraveling at home. So when I think of the time wasted just waiting for literally, nothing, it took little effort to reign my feels in.

I still made sure to take a detour, naturally. Going straight home in this hour would have been a dumb move. I’ve learned.

Sorry.

Recently, the universe gave it to me again, from Yuri, for an incident that happened over two weeks ago. I did not even consider that it’s weighed on him this whole time. We’ve had interactions – heck, we even had dinner with Lucian and Roman a few days back. In the garden. By the P O O L. And yet talk of him pushing me over the edge and me falling in my favorite heels was never brought up.

In retrospect, perhaps the topic was avoided for good reason. Maybe it was camaraderie on their part, to not remind me of the embarrassment and Yuri, the, well, maybe embarrassment too. We talked about anything and everything over a hearty Korean barbecue and soju combo, except for that borderline humiliating pool incident. Which was all right. I did not want it brought up anyway. I have long accepted Yuri for his scattered foci of jerk admixed in predominantly broad areas of awesome.

We all have our flaws, and much like me, one of his greatest ones is not knowing when to stop.

A few days ago, I had just finished washing my hands in the pantry when he came up to me and pulled me into a hug – which, from his side probably felt like hugging a surfboard because I was surprised and standing stiff af. I mean shit. Yuri. Was. Hugging. Me.

I didn’t think you’d fall in like that. Sorry, I took it too far.

Words he said, and yet I did not see his face when he said it. Also, after over two freaking weeks, mister. Your apology is long overdue. And now I remain in a daze, days after because that move seemed far more than just sincere. What he pulled felt …intimate.

I was not ready to face him again today, but where else did I have to go? The training hall was the nearest and most convenient spot to unwind. I was relieved to see that Yuri was not there, but that was how I still ended up catching Lucian who was busy with the ropes.

Sorry.

He told me that it was his idea. Damn, Lucian is always a slippery one. Since when has Yuri earned the wisdom to know who to consult? If this is the beginning of Yuri learning tricks from Lucian, istg I will make sure Dave skins the both of them alive. And just as I was about to leave, I received a message from Carlo, asking for my home address.

Sorry.

He told me that he was sending me food for pretty much taking up half of my day for nothing. The guy knows my weakness.

Well then, universe, let me just say that we are not calling it even yet. After all, Yuri still owes me another apology for invading my personal space.

I’m waiting.