Wolfram put his hand on the doorknob, and hesitated. Bit his lip. Considered knocking, which was idiotic, because it was his room too. And he had absolutely no reason to worry. So Yuuri was ready to talk about what had happened... about the idea of being married, and having children, and about the fact that he had willingly kissed Wolfram even if he hadn't known it was real.

The only thing that scared Wolfram was not knowing what his fiancé was going to say. A rational response would be something along the lines of -- of "let's let this happen on its own," or even "I guess I really do feel that way for you, Wolfram--" Not that Yuuri was going to say anything like that. Wolfram wasn't going to bother with fantasizing. It was stupid. And, anyway, all he had to do was open the door and hear the real answer.

It would probably involve stuttering, and maybe a comment about how it would be better just to forget the whole thing. Probably.

Wolfram stared at the door handle. It ignored him.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to summon courage, he grabbed the handle and turned it, shoving the door open.

"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Yuuri?" he said, voice too loud and too sharp. He winced at the sound of it, but there was no taking back what he'd said without turning into an even bigger wimp than the one sitting at the table.

Sitting at the table next to ... a glass vase full of flowers that looked like Beautiful Wolfram. Wolfram's mouth fell open and his feet stuck where they were.