If there's confusion, for the elevator door jamming open, followed by panic, for thinking he wasn't going to make it away from the scene in the other elevator, it's a little surprising that the next feeling to join panic is ... relief. When it's not any of the four, nameable but unknown, persons, but instead it's: "Yurio."
His shoulders drop with the surprise and some of that gathered tension goes right out of him. There's something that never truly makes itself into a smile, but it heads in the gray nebulous direction of that realm more than the one it had been in. The words are perfunctory, but he's alarmed to note that it's true, too. "Good to see you again."
It's been months and even the whole of a good amount of time since he was last following Yuri in the Skate Canada performances and scores.
"Um." Even if the words are true, it makes having any clue what to say after those perfunctory words as completely new kind of grey and fogged endlessness. Has him reaching his hands into, even just to produce something else perfunctory. "Good luck to both of us in the Rostelecom Cup."
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His shoulders drop with the surprise and some of that gathered tension goes right out of him. There's something that never truly makes itself into a smile, but it heads in the gray nebulous direction of that realm more than the one it had been in. The words are perfunctory, but he's alarmed to note that it's true, too. "Good to see you again."
It's been months and even the whole of a good amount of time since he was last following Yuri in the Skate Canada performances and scores.
"Um." Even if the words are true, it makes having any clue what to say after those perfunctory words as completely new kind of grey and fogged endlessness. Has him reaching his hands into, even just to produce something else perfunctory. "Good luck to both of us in the Rostelecom Cup."