He should go somewhere. He should do something. He isn't sure how to think, or move, or breathe. He just stays out there, after his interviews finish, taking twice as long because suddenly no one is asking him about the third or fourth place. They are asking him about The Grand Prix Finale, and he's not sure he remembers a single word he chooses to say once it's out of his mouth.
He's nearly grateful for the existence of JJ coming off the ice, because it means he can clear away from them.
Anyone else would call it running. But he can't move fast enough to run yet. His body is still in shock. He walks back to the curtained off areas, and slips into them. Finding himself a chair and when he's sitting down, he's planning to get some water, and find tissues, when he can get back up. But back up is an exhausting thought, and down, not moving, is almost sheer bliss, even with everything throbbing, in comparison to the standing, and moving.
He never does get them, because he ends up watching the broadcast of the medals from backstage. The chair is close enough for that. Yurio looks about ready to take JJ out the whole time, but he doesn't do it.
Yuri pushes himself back up to his feet a minute or two after the broadcast ends. His legs are angry, but at least he doesn't feel like a spinning top. Sloshy. It's a better word. It never made sense. It does now. Everything is slipping (he lost) and shifting (but he won). He should find Yakov. He should -- his finger rest on his phone, over the pocket in his jacket, but don't slide in.
He lost, he won,
only narrowly.
He isn't expecting Michele's sister to suddenly coming running at him, Michele in the background, medal-decked and flower-holding, to congratulate him. It's all he can do to just stare at her face, while she says suddenly, "I knew you'd make it."
It's so unexpected and so completely what Victor would have said, and suddenly he's leaning forward, and hugging her. A hand on her shoulder, and one wrapping her back, thanking her. (Even at the odd thought that she is so very small, and her hair is everywhere.) Which starts Michele yelling behind her, and when Yuri looks up, he's not even surprised. It's not a surprise. He remembers. He does. Two years ago. And for five heart-pounding minutes earlier. He knows what Michele is feeling.
He remembers, and he throws his arms around Michele next. (Even when he screams, hands up, not touching Yuri.) All but fainting and falling, dramatically, like his flowers. Which brings the next loud voice into the area, with Nekola, shouting about Mickey, and he just throws himself there.
It feels like jumps. Jumps in combination. Airborn, one toe touching down between. One to one to one to one to one--
Nekola is taller, his face fits right, but the goatee scratches, even if his giddy readiness about hugging is closer; Seung-gil, he hugs even harder, even startled and hands up, too, he remembers the tears, his own, how it felt;
When JJ comes in, too much swagger, it's just one more impossibly-possible leap, as the medal bites back;
And when the door opens on Yurio, Yurio, Yurio, who took him to Milliways last night --
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He's nearly grateful for the existence of JJ coming off the ice, because it means he can clear away from them.
Anyone else would call it running. But he can't move fast enough to run yet. His body is still in shock. He walks back to the curtained off areas, and slips into them. Finding himself a chair and when he's sitting down, he's planning to get some water, and find tissues, when he can get back up. But back up is an exhausting thought, and down, not moving, is almost sheer bliss, even with everything throbbing, in comparison to the standing, and moving.
He never does get them, because he ends up watching the broadcast of the medals from backstage.
The chair is close enough for that. Yurio looks about ready to take JJ out the whole time, but he doesn't do it.
Yuri pushes himself back up to his feet a minute or two after the broadcast ends. His legs are angry, but at least he doesn't feel like a spinning top. Sloshy. It's a better word. It never made sense. It does now. Everything is slipping (he lost) and shifting (but he won). He should find Yakov. He should -- his finger rest on his phone, over the pocket in his jacket, but don't slide in.
He lost, he won,
He isn't expecting Michele's sister to suddenly coming running at him, Michele in the background, medal-decked and flower-holding, to congratulate him. It's all he can do to just stare at her face, while she says suddenly, "I knew you'd make it."
It's so unexpected and so completely what Victor would have said, and suddenly he's leaning forward, and hugging her. A hand on her shoulder, and one wrapping her back, thanking her. (Even at the odd thought that she is so very small, and her hair is everywhere.) Which starts Michele yelling behind her, and when Yuri looks up, he's not even surprised. It's not a surprise. He remembers. He does. Two years ago. And for five heart-pounding minutes earlier. He knows what Michele is feeling.
He remembers, and he throws his arms around Michele next. (Even when he screams, hands up, not touching Yuri.) All but fainting and falling, dramatically, like his flowers. Which brings the next loud voice into the area, with Nekola, shouting about Mickey, and he just throws himself there.
It feels like jumps. Jumps in combination. Airborn, one toe touching down between. One to one to one to one to one--
Nekola is taller, his face fits right, but the goatee scratches, even if his giddy readiness about hugging is closer;
Seung-gil, he hugs even harder, even startled and hands up, too, he remembers the tears, his own, how it felt;
When JJ comes in, too much swagger, it's just one more impossibly-possible leap, as the medal bites back;
And when the door opens on Yurio, Yurio, Yurio, who took him to Milliways last night --