Nervously, lest another noise trigger a second stampede, the other six skaters watch Yuuri stagger away. Seung-gil and JJ on one side of Yuri, Sara and Emile holding up the overwhelmed Michele on the other.

Emile is the first to manage to put thoughts into words. 'What...what was that all about?'

'Maudite marde,' JJ grumbles, though he sounds more than a bit shaken. 'Katsuki's a train wreck.'

'He looked so lost,' Sara says, her own voice wistful and pained.

Draped over Emile's arm, her brother moans quietly. 'He hugged me....'

To everyone's surprise, even Seung-gil is shocked into speech. 'I don't understand.'

It's left to Yuri to take two steps forward and turn on his heel, sweeping them all with a scathing glare. 'All of you can go to hell,' he declares with finality, and then stalks off on his interrupted journey to the men's locker room.

He'd told himself last night that if he had any more bright ideas about helping someone else, he'd keep them to himself. It's a good thing that the idea starting to take shape in his head isn't a very bright one, possibly not even the right one. He'll have to give Yakov the slip for it. He can't get Mila to cover for him while he does. It probably won't even be worth it.

But bad ideas have never stopped him before.