"Well, since the list of people who give real shits about me starts and ends with my family, I think I'll let myself be concerned about how the rest of the world perceives me, too." He sits down on the edge of the bed, tying his shoes.

"Not like I planned on fucking you today," he said. He just planned on seeing him, but this seemed to be a natural end for the day. "But phone calls first, whatever."

He had no intention of letting Yuri win, and no intention to let it be easy for him. He always worked to make each routine harder than the last. And this one would be.