no regrets
[ A little "Wha..." gets mumbled into Yuri's neck before Tyr processes that in three, two...
He pushes himself up quickly, hands on either side of Yuri, and instantly reels from the sudden movement. It's tempting to just fall back down to ease his aching head, but he stays put, looking down at Yuri with narrowed eyes but not entirely sure what to do other than look at him. At the least, he sort of recognises his face. ]