'Yeah.' Quietly, sending a little cloud of breath rising into the frosty air. 'I didn't think he would, but....'
Eat them, and do well in today's free skate, Yuratchka.
He had. He'd tried. (Do you have a death wish? Yakov had said, but he couldn't have been further from the truth.) And he had done well -- to a point. A personal best, but not the Rostelecom gold. But his grandfather had been there to see it, and when Yuri had come out of the locker room with his hair still damp from the showers and his silver medal stuffed deep into his jacket pocket, there were three people waiting for him in the arena's public lobby.
No words of congratulation or commiseration or critique from his coaches could compare with Nikolai Plisetsky's hand on his shoulder and the little understanding squeeze that had followed.
The cold air is dry, and Yuri has to clear his throat before he can pick up his train of thought again. 'I wasn't expecting him to bring those, either,' he says, nodding at the bag. 'But he likes to experiment with new things. I was telling him about katsudon in the car, when he picked me up from the airport the other day. Must've given him the idea for it then.'
He tips his head back, looking up at the small flakes of snow still falling from the sky. 'I mentioned that I'd had it at your place.'
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Eat them, and do well in today's free skate, Yuratchka.
He had. He'd tried. (Do you have a death wish? Yakov had said, but he couldn't have been further from the truth.) And he had done well -- to a point. A personal best, but not the Rostelecom gold. But his grandfather had been there to see it, and when Yuri had come out of the locker room with his hair still damp from the showers and his silver medal stuffed deep into his jacket pocket, there were three people waiting for him in the arena's public lobby.
No words of congratulation or commiseration or critique from his coaches could compare with Nikolai Plisetsky's hand on his shoulder and the little understanding squeeze that had followed.
The cold air is dry, and Yuri has to clear his throat before he can pick up his train of thought again. 'I wasn't expecting him to bring those, either,' he says, nodding at the bag. 'But he likes to experiment with new things. I was telling him about katsudon in the car, when he picked me up from the airport the other day. Must've given him the idea for it then.'
He tips his head back, looking up at the small flakes of snow still falling from the sky. 'I mentioned that I'd had it at your place.'