Each sip of tea makes him feel a little more like he's in his body, at least. In the booth. In the bar. It's the evening, and the night is sliding away faster than makes sense. But that made sense. There was so much to handle before they'd even gotten out of the building, and then he didn't have to be moved for the night, but he was glad he hadn't had to go back to his (their) room yet.
He dug his phone out, and scrolled the notices on the lock screen of his phone (not that he got how service even worked here). A hundred instagram links, with names, from everyone (except one), but there were no new popped messages with the little green iMessage graphic lit up on the front.
Victor would still be in the plane. Maybe halfway. But no update from Mari or his parents either.
Yuuri looked back up as Yuri started talking about Yakov, trying to tell himself to pay attention, because this was his life, his tomorrow. Maybe longer. No one how things were or would go. It might be longer. No one knew. Which made these things more important. "And the others?"
There were others. He knew who Lilia was by sight, as one of the two flanking Yuri every time he came out now. He hadn't seen her severe face as close as he had finally seen this night. Didn't know if he'd be anywhere near her. And he knew Gregori by name from the earlier competition, but nothing about him. And. There was a tall girl with short red hair, right?
no subject
He dug his phone out, and scrolled the notices on the lock screen of his phone (not that he got how service even worked here). A hundred instagram links, with names, from everyone (except one), but there were no new popped messages with the little green iMessage graphic lit up on the front.
Victor would still be in the plane. Maybe halfway. But no update from Mari or his parents either.
Yuuri looked back up as Yuri started talking about Yakov, trying to tell himself to pay attention, because this was his life, his tomorrow. Maybe longer. No one how things were or would go. It might be longer. No one knew. Which made these things more important. "And the others?"
There were others. He knew who Lilia was by sight, as one of the two flanking Yuri every time he came out now. He hadn't seen her severe face as close as he had finally seen this night. Didn't know if he'd be anywhere near her. And he knew Gregori by name from the earlier competition, but nothing about him. And. There was a tall girl with short red hair, right?