It still tugged at his thoughts. Victor's first words a second ago. He supposed, maybe, he should have thought of it. Not that he'd ever had considered it realistically. Phichit had gone back to Bangkok, too, but he was still appearing with Celestino. But how was Yuri supposed to have been able to even think beyond Victor showing up and deciding to be his coach?

And then meaning it. During and even after the Hot Springs.

Meaning it so much Yuri was worked from morning to night most days of the week.
Meaning it so much that even drunk he'd said he was excited, that he believed Yuri would surprise everyone.

Victor pulled him in closer, arms tightening, body pressing tighter, cheek bone and jaw, smoothing firmer against his hair, his head, with no warning, and Yuri tried not to wobble into Victor, or curve his shoulders inward, for not seeing that coming in the slightest, and might have failed at both, but he kept them moving at least.

He lost the focus of his thoughts but eyes on the prize. He wasn't rushing them, given Victor's disorientation and use of him, pretty completely, for all of the standing and walking. But it would be nice to sit down, lay down after it. Listen to his music. Maybe take a shower. He was used to running himself ragged, but he wasn't used to carrying someone his own weight or a little more for those distances.

"If he dislikes you for anything, it'll probably only be for the headache he has tomorrow."

The one he could only hope Victor wouldn't be nursing too badly himself.