In too many ways, Yuuri's not surprised by what Yuri says last. That part is normal. The part he says and the part he doesn't, because Yuri doesn't talk to him (or to Victor) except to nash his teeth, glare promised death and retribution, call insults, or turn away brusquely if they cheer him on when he hits the ice.
It's not surprising that tomorrow he won't, it's more surprising that his at all right now.
That he's actually prompting Yuuri to think of things to say to him, to ask of him while he can.
Yuuri looked down at his tea, before raising it to his lips. What would Victor want him to know, tell him to do.
He thinks, first, oddly that Victor would actually tell Yuri how well he did today, and he did. He's come so far with Agape, even if he'd been rushed. His movements sharp, almost reading angry in the beginning of it, before he blew it out of the water, seeming to realize what he was doing and changing course entirely, against himself and whatever it was, pulling it in for an amazing second half.
But Yuuri isn't sure that's the way to go either. Because he did place above him, even if JJ is above both of them. JJ who Yuri has already mentioned in scathing tones, while threatening Yuuri that he better not trip up on him.
Something else. Something else. Yuri is far more fond of telling him what not to do rather than anything else, so maybe -- "Is there anything I shouldn't do or say near Yakov?" Beat. "Or Lilia?" Think, think. Even the tea is heavy in his stomach, thinking about Victor's eyes, and the way Victor held him so tight those last seconds in the lobby,
telling him to hug Yakov if he was confused. Which suddenly seems like the least correct thing to do ever.
(As though Yakov looked like the type to hug anyone.
As though Yuri hugged anyone else.)
"Anything that they usually say that I might not understand tomorrow?" He assumed most of it might come in Russian, and while he's gotten better at understanding it from Victor -- he's good at reading Victor through the words he doesn't know, piecing it together on tone and action, as well sheer luck, and even the willingness to duck his head and ask, or tilt it and point out, more brazenly than anywhere, with anyone else, that he has no clue what Victor is saying
(like Victor is just spouting nonsense for the sake of nonsense and noise
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It's not surprising that tomorrow he won't, it's more surprising that his at all right now.
That he's actually prompting Yuuri to think of things to say to him, to ask of him while he can.
Yuuri looked down at his tea, before raising it to his lips. What would Victor want him to know, tell him to do.
He thinks, first, oddly that Victor would actually tell Yuri how well he did today, and he did. He's come so far with Agape, even if he'd been rushed. His movements sharp, almost reading angry in the beginning of it, before he blew it out of the water, seeming to realize what he was doing and changing course entirely, against himself and whatever it was, pulling it in for an amazing second half.
But Yuuri isn't sure that's the way to go either. Because he did place above him, even if JJ is above both of them.
JJ who Yuri has already mentioned in scathing tones, while threatening Yuuri that he better not trip up on him.
Something else. Something else. Yuri is far more fond of telling him what not to do rather than anything else, so maybe -- "Is there anything I shouldn't do or say near Yakov?" Beat. "Or Lilia?" Think, think. Even the tea is heavy in his stomach, thinking about Victor's eyes, and the way Victor held him so tight those last seconds in the lobby,
telling him to hug Yakov if he was confused. Which suddenly seems like the least correct thing to do ever.
(As though Yakov looked like the type to hug anyone.
"Anything that they usually say that I might not understand tomorrow?" He assumed most of it might come in Russian, and while he's gotten better at understanding it from Victor -- he's good at reading Victor through the words he doesn't know, piecing it together on tone and action, as well sheer luck, and even the willingness to duck his head and ask, or tilt it and point out, more brazenly than anywhere, with anyone else, that he has no clue what Victor is saying
(like Victor is just spouting nonsense for the sake of nonsense and noise