Nodding amiably as they stroll along, while the world blinks in and out of focus around him, occasionally spinning like a top, sometimes gently undulating. He closes one eye, and then the other, trying to keep his vision from splitting in two.
That's probably part of it. Celestino, like Yakov, hasn't been impressed with Victor's decision to become a coach, or with his confidence in his own ability. Saying he's pretending. Playing at being a coach. As if he somehow could be anything but deadly serious about the thing he'd given up a year of his career for.
But Celestino had been there that night, and he'd been the one to drag Yuri away right after Yuri had asked Victor to be his coach, and that had to have been unpleasant. That, and ... Celestino had been there, that night. So he saw. Knew. That perhaps Victor's intentions weren't so entirely pure.
Well, he'd gotten more out of Yuri in eight months than Celestino had in years, so what does it matter? Yuri listens to him, works hard for him. They understand each other. Mostly. And the things they don't understand only mean what they create is that much more beautiful and complex, isn't it?
That's what he thinks, anyway, fondly tugging Yuri closer, as the hotel grows larger in front of them.
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Nodding amiably as they stroll along, while the world blinks in and out of focus around him, occasionally spinning like a top, sometimes gently undulating. He closes one eye, and then the other, trying to keep his vision from splitting in two.
That's probably part of it. Celestino, like Yakov, hasn't been impressed with Victor's decision to become a coach, or with his confidence in his own ability. Saying he's pretending. Playing at being a coach. As if he somehow could be anything but deadly serious about the thing he'd given up a year of his career for.
But Celestino had been there that night, and he'd been the one to drag Yuri away right after Yuri had asked Victor to be his coach, and that had to have been unpleasant. That, and ... Celestino had been there, that night. So he saw. Knew. That perhaps Victor's intentions weren't so entirely pure.
Well, he'd gotten more out of Yuri in eight months than Celestino had in years, so what does it matter? Yuri listens to him, works hard for him. They understand each other. Mostly. And the things they don't understand only mean what they create is that much more beautiful and complex, isn't it?
That's what he thinks, anyway, fondly tugging Yuri closer, as the hotel grows larger in front of them.