Right there. On the other side of the wall. And doesn't Yuri know what it's like to try to imagine that the one person you want to be watching you is really there, even when they aren't?

Stupid Viktor. That damned dog of his had better be well enough to do triple toe loops by the time he gets off the plane at Fukuoka.

Yuri leans back a little in his seat, swirling the dregs of his tea idly with one hand. 'At least one of us has to kick JJ's ass tomorrow. Better if we both do it.' He gives Katsudon a final hard stare, as if to drill home exactly how much he expects out of both of them tomorrow, and then looks away. 'So...good luck.'

Don't make me regret this. A quiet pang, like the memory of a bruise. I don't want to regret this.