He stores away the new name, even though he's not all that surprised about the way Yuri describes them. People with problems. People Yuuri can just ignore. The way Yuri ignores them, and Yuri is being drug along with him. It's a very odd thought to suddenly consider Yuri introducing him to his the world, the way he translates it. This almost ... he doesn't know what to call it.

It's almost helpful. Even brusque. Bulleted. Almost as for granted as his presence.

But he doesn't know what it is. Just that it's different.

Not the same way it suddenly changed again, his voice, his tone, when he says the last words. But it's noticing the earlier that makes him pay even more attention to the latter. It's not how he talks about his coach, the way he mentions Lilia. He can't help but stare a few beats longer. That almost more surprising than anything else.

He's not sure he's seen Yuri show deference to anyone without it laced in acid.

(It's better than that path of the thought that tugs him about being with the person who choreographed...)

"I'll keep it in mind." He might need it. He might need anything he can get his hands on, if he can't figure out how to do it on his own. He hasn't been on his own for all of these months. Hadn't felt like he wasn't in his whole life, and it was disorienting to -- That was it, wasn't it?

How long had it been since he'd last felt that, and suddenly that space was empty? That he hadn't felt alone ... suddenly did?
Because there wasn't suddenly Victor everywhere? Inserting himself into every conversation? Trying to drag him somewhere? Suddenly sliding up and basically clobbering some part of his shoulders.