[If he were thinking about it, Conrad would feel like the worst kind of wimp himself. Not only for waiting, but for flying in the face of his roles as Yuuri's protector and as Wolfram's brother. Contradictory as that sounds, it isn't the half of it. Tomorrow his mind will be at war over which betrayal was the worst of it.]
[Luckily, he's not thinking about anything but Yuuri. Pleasing Yuuri, making him smile, doing whatever it takes to keep is face so pleasantly flushed. Kissing Yuuri just a little less carefully. Moving his hands over Yuuri's back to draw him closer. Nudging Yuuri's leg with his knee, so casual it might seem accidental but for the fact that he keeps doing it.]