Yūri's bye is belated and quiet enough he's not sure it actually reaches the boy, through the snow or the sound of the cars driving beside the railing, anyway, as he stares at the shoulders retreating from him. There's some, also, belated to catching up with him, irony, that they would have to both go the same way, back to the hotel, but he doesn't move or even consider trying to catch up with Yurio.

He stands there, bag still tight, in one hands, watching him walk further and further away,



wondering if he has less of a clue what just happened as Yurio fades from view.