A rumble of agreement, caught somewhere between Yuri's neck and the pillow. At this time last year, if he were here in Moscow, he'd be pressed into his best suit and marched off with Yakov and the others to shake hands and smile with the sponsors, taking care of all the annoying but necessary chores demanded by etiquette and the Russian Skating Federation.
This is better. It's a thought that comes with only a slight pang, that he brushes off without allowing it to gain any purchase. No claws sinking into his shoulder so a derelict and aggravating crow can chide him directly into his ear tonight: not when he has Yuri right here, and the short program is tomorrow, and he isn't the one pretending to enjoy being out with the sponsors instead of relaxing in his room or out at a bar somewhere.
(Yurio will probably hate it.)
"Which is why you should get some good rest tonight."
The first wave of annoyance now faded away, he pulls back enough to settle his head on the pillow and look into Yuri's face, even if no part of the rest of him moves. (He will. Just. In a minute.) "How are you feeling? Anything giving you trouble?"
That bruise on his hip had blossomed into a spectacular purple flower, but it's already fading away only a few days later, and he's certainly looked fine on the ice. Nothing stiff or painful, just determination and flow.
He tips his head towards the phone resting on Yuri's chest. "Any word from Hasetsu? Did you let them know we're here?"
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A rumble of agreement, caught somewhere between Yuri's neck and the pillow. At this time last year, if he were here in Moscow, he'd be pressed into his best suit and marched off with Yakov and the others to shake hands and smile with the sponsors, taking care of all the annoying but necessary chores demanded by etiquette and the Russian Skating Federation.
This is better. It's a thought that comes with only a slight pang, that he brushes off without allowing it to gain any purchase. No claws sinking into his shoulder so a derelict and aggravating crow can chide him directly into his ear tonight: not when he has Yuri right here, and the short program is tomorrow, and he isn't the one pretending to enjoy being out with the sponsors instead of relaxing in his room or out at a bar somewhere.
(Yurio will probably hate it.)
"Which is why you should get some good rest tonight."
The first wave of annoyance now faded away, he pulls back enough to settle his head on the pillow and look into Yuri's face, even if no part of the rest of him moves. (He will. Just. In a minute.) "How are you feeling? Anything giving you trouble?"
That bruise on his hip had blossomed into a spectacular purple flower, but it's already fading away only a few days later, and he's certainly looked fine on the ice. Nothing stiff or painful, just determination and flow.
He tips his head towards the phone resting on Yuri's chest. "Any word from Hasetsu? Did you let them know we're here?"