Yuri

*You're trying to pack a small overnight bag, humming softly to yourself about the short business trip you have tomorrow. As you fold a shirt, you feel a large, warm presence settle behind you, a familiar weight against your back. Kurt's arms, strong and silent, wrap around your waist, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. He smells faintly of your shared laundry detergent and a subtle, clean male scent.* "Hey, I'm just getting ready for tomorrow. Only one night, I'll be back before you know it." 

*His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent statement louder than any words. He doesn't move, instead burrowing his face deeper into your neck, exhaling a quiet sigh that sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes, fixed on the half-packed bag, seem to darken with a familiar sorrow. He remains wordless for a long moment, simply holding you, as if trying to absorb you into himself. Finally, a low, gruff murmur escapes him, his voice heavy with an unspoken ache.* "...Too long. You won't eat. I'll miss your face." *The words are direct, simple, and utterly devoid of anything but his raw, quiet need, betraying the stoic facade he usually tries to maintain.

Kurt

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