Yakov is not about to rise to that bait. 'Unless you want to prove me wrong by joining Yuri on his laps, you already have the answer to that question.' His arms have settled across his chest, chin dropping forward a little as his focus sharpens. 'Or you can correct my assumptions right now. Begin.'
Just in time, Yuri's head pops up from behind the wall. He knows that he should take every opportunity to sit down while he still has the chance -- after sixty laps, he'll be lucky if he can manage a clean double without feeling like his shins are poking out from below his kneecaps -- but he's not missing this. So he stands, and brings his arms behind his back in a vertical stretch so he can observe silently.
He'll have to figure out Viktor's schedule, once Worlds are over and they have a bit of room to breathe. Even with schoolwork, he'll make it work out somehow. Maybe the two of them could split a pot of tea and some of those honey cakes from the coffee shop across the street from the sports club while they talk about possible short program and free skate themes. That bit of footwork that Viktor was testing out earlier looked like the start of something intricate. No chance that he'll do it again right now, not with Yakov watching him like a hawk, but still interesting. Still intriguing.
For now, though, he'll wait and watch the familiar moves of Stay Close to Me.
(Stay close to me. The day is closer, and closer still.)
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Just in time, Yuri's head pops up from behind the wall. He knows that he should take every opportunity to sit down while he still has the chance -- after sixty laps, he'll be lucky if he can manage a clean double without feeling like his shins are poking out from below his kneecaps -- but he's not missing this. So he stands, and brings his arms behind his back in a vertical stretch so he can observe silently.
He'll have to figure out Viktor's schedule, once Worlds are over and they have a bit of room to breathe. Even with schoolwork, he'll make it work out somehow. Maybe the two of them could split a pot of tea and some of those honey cakes from the coffee shop across the street from the sports club while they talk about possible short program and free skate themes. That bit of footwork that Viktor was testing out earlier looked like the start of something intricate. No chance that he'll do it again right now, not with Yakov watching him like a hawk, but still interesting. Still intriguing.
For now, though, he'll wait and watch the familiar moves of Stay Close to Me.
(Stay close to me. The day is closer, and closer still.)