In answer, Yuri takes out his own phone, flicks quickly through pictures with the speed of someone for whom it's second nature. The one he finds isn't the best, but at least it has his rinkmates in it. (He was testing out a new filter, and it makes Mila's hair look like it's on fire, which is the main reason why he kept it.) She's leaning against the side of the rink, sipping from her water bottle and chatting with Georgi, who's frozen in one of the few candid moments where he doesn't look like he's completely constipated.

He spins the phone around, showing it to Katsudon. 'Mila, and Georgi. They've got their own problems; you don't need to bother with them.' Something in his expression shifts, a retreat from the business-like firmness he's managed to maintain so far. 'Lilia choreographed my free skate, so I'll be with her tomorrow beforehand. She can help you with stretching if you need it.'

(Yuuri will hear the shift in his tone when he speaks about Lilia. It's something that would never come across in English, but spun directly into Japanese it's more polite and respectful than Yuri has ever sounded about anyone.)