cigarettes // yuri on ice

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He already knew who it was when he sat down.

"Hi, strange man."

"Hello, Yuri."

"I still don't know your name."

"You want to know why?" He said, sparking Yuri's excitement.

"Of course!"

"I'll tell you why.. it's because..." He paused for a moment.

"Because I haven't told you it yet." He laughed.

Yuri completely forgot to be irritated or angry when he was stuck in place. Everything seemed to feel a little warmer, and the cricket's loud squawking now seemed to have a melodic tune.

His laugh was beautiful.

As quickly as he had the thought, it passed when the Russian started to cough. His soft expression turned into a pained one as he curled up slightly, coughing into his fist.

"You know those are going to kill you one day, right?"