Yuri focuses between his feet and the building that they are finally gaining on. That isn't really all that far away now. Maybe two blocks now and fading fast, even without Victor really being there to help much. Victor who seems to keep only blearily remembering he's there.
Looking down with that confused question in his face that breaks on finding Yuri's only looking right back up, still where he's been since he decided to slip under Victor's arm. Unable to do anything but smile. A little helplessly. He's never seen Victor look like this, and he's not sure he'll forget it entirely, even when it melts back into Victor being himself, and his coach, tomorrow for The Cup.
His face wrinkled at Victor's first words, and he didn't answer.
That was better, right? Not answering, and not trying to jump to conclussions about it. About not understanding. About not taking it personally. He could take it with some patience. He didn't understand, and Victor might not even have any clue what he was talking about anyway. Five seconds ago it was Celestino stealing him, and now, without any comment on the topic again, it was about how Yuri should have come back to him, that he'd been waiting for Yuri, when he's not waiting anywhere.
When Victor hasn't had to wait anywhere, except during his interviews, all today.
But something about his tone when he speaks again -- sounds desperate? Panicked? Like he's afraid Yuri isn't listening? Like maybe Victor had forgot for a moment and remembered, and had to remind Yuri, so Yuri hadn't forgotten, too. In the last four or five minutes.
It shouldn't make something warm in his chest strangely. It shouldn't be annoying, shouldn't it? But it isn't.
It's not even truly exasperation this time.
Yuri just glances to the side Victor is all but laying on him, toward his face, "That's okay." He's still not going anywhere, and he thinks maybe he has a slightly better grip on this. Maybe. "We're almost there now, and then you can lay down."
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Looking down with that confused question in his face that breaks on finding Yuri's only looking right back up, still where he's been since he decided to slip under Victor's arm. Unable to do anything but smile. A little helplessly. He's never seen Victor look like this, and he's not sure he'll forget it entirely, even when it melts back into Victor being himself, and his coach, tomorrow for The Cup.
His face wrinkled at Victor's first words, and he didn't answer.
That was better, right? Not answering, and not trying to jump to conclussions about it. About not understanding. About not taking it personally. He could take it with some patience. He didn't understand, and Victor might not even have any clue what he was talking about anyway. Five seconds ago it was Celestino stealing him, and now, without any comment on the topic again, it was about how Yuri should have come back to him, that he'd been waiting for Yuri, when he's not waiting anywhere.
When Victor hasn't had to wait anywhere, except during his interviews, all today.
But something about his tone when he speaks again -- sounds desperate? Panicked? Like he's afraid Yuri isn't listening? Like maybe Victor had forgot for a moment and remembered, and had to remind Yuri, so Yuri hadn't forgotten, too. In the last four or five minutes.
It shouldn't make something warm in his chest strangely.
It shouldn't be annoying, shouldn't it? But it isn't.
It's not even truly exasperation this time.
Yuri just glances to the side Victor is all but laying on him, toward his face, "That's okay." He's still not going anywhere, and he thinks maybe he has a slightly better grip on this. Maybe. "We're almost there now, and then you can lay down."