It's mostly agreement, but Victor doesn't move, or lift his hand. There's plenty for them both to do, between changing and brushing teeth and washing faces and checking costumes and outfits and badges and skates, but it feels like they've done nothing but rush around for the last two days, and it won't hurt to take a second to breathe, for both of them. Yuri, with his worries about tomorrow, and Victor, who is only just beginning to feel relaxed after that run-in with Yurio downstairs. "In a minute."
It could all be worse. Yuri's panic the morning after the Cup of China upon discovering the explosion of their faces all across social media has mostly been unfounded. There have been questions, of course, but Victor was trained by Yakov in more than just figure skating techniques and has left more than one reporter wondering why they felt so frustrated by his opacity when their question was fully answered. Social media has been another story altogether, but he's kept his promise to Yuri, and he hasn't said or posted anything else that might be construed as evidence of their relationship.
(He thinks. Probably.
To be perfectly honest, it's really quite hard.)
So the chips have been falling without any particular guidance, and even if the whole world saw what happened on the ice after that free skate, at least he hasn't tossed more fuel on the fire.
... Well, not a lot, anyway. Not nearly as much as he normally would.
It's all in the pursuit of the Rostelecom gold, anyway, and most nights they've been too tired to do much more than scroll through their various feeds, but that doesn't mean he hasn't had it all on his mind. On the ice, it's been all work, drilling technique and style, but off ––
He's really not sure how he made it through those days and nights before he couldn't just shift forward, like now, and press a gentle kiss to Yuri's mouth.
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It's mostly agreement, but Victor doesn't move, or lift his hand. There's plenty for them both to do, between changing and brushing teeth and washing faces and checking costumes and outfits and badges and skates, but it feels like they've done nothing but rush around for the last two days, and it won't hurt to take a second to breathe, for both of them. Yuri, with his worries about tomorrow, and Victor, who is only just beginning to feel relaxed after that run-in with Yurio downstairs. "In a minute."
It could all be worse. Yuri's panic the morning after the Cup of China upon discovering the explosion of their faces all across social media has mostly been unfounded. There have been questions, of course, but Victor was trained by Yakov in more than just figure skating techniques and has left more than one reporter wondering why they felt so frustrated by his opacity when their question was fully answered. Social media has been another story altogether, but he's kept his promise to Yuri, and he hasn't said or posted anything else that might be construed as evidence of their relationship.
(He thinks. Probably.
To be perfectly honest, it's really quite hard.)
So the chips have been falling without any particular guidance, and even if the whole world saw what happened on the ice after that free skate, at least he hasn't tossed more fuel on the fire.
... Well, not a lot, anyway. Not nearly as much as he normally would.
It's all in the pursuit of the Rostelecom gold, anyway, and most nights they've been too tired to do much more than scroll through their various feeds, but that doesn't mean he hasn't had it all on his mind. On the ice, it's been all work, drilling technique and style, but off ––
He's really not sure how he made it through those days and nights before he couldn't just shift forward, like now, and press a gentle kiss to Yuri's mouth.