Thankful his sight was back, Yuuri gazed over at Conrad, feeling a warmth blossom to life in his chest.  Why had he never taken notice to how handsome the man was?  Color sprang to life on his features as his heart thumped madly in his chest, like a series of fireworks going off at once.  He felt confused and blissfully enamored.  

He was in love.  Madly in love with his godfather.  He moved toward the male, fingers twitching, longing to reach out and touch him, to be held by him, and never have to part from his embrace.