Yuri's back on the bed, with one skate at his side, and another turned sideways in his lap. The boot part itself is still in good condition, but he polishes them to keep up the leather and continue to seal against all of the possible water damage from the ice, spending the most of his attention as needed on the soles. The laces were still fine and in need no need of replacing. But he lingered on the blade, running a thumb against the line of it as Victor popped his head out, winking.
Yuri rolled his eyes. Maybe from anyone else it would sound like an actual complaint and concern. But anyone else wouldn't be sticking their head out the bathroom door, smiling and winking while making that suggestion. Sure, Victor is getting well into the years where skaters did stop, but Yuri's been on the ice with Victor more days of every week than not. There's nothing he seems to be even close to incapable of doing just as well as he was doing right before he arrived in Japan.
That's Victor, too. It always has been. Blowing away every expectation and human restriction for ice skating since he started. Victor not ending up back on the ice, breaking all of his records again as he went on surprising the world, seemed a nearly impossible thought to more than joke about like this. Yuri couldn't even begin to imagine it. It would be a great sadness and loss for the whole sport, and Victor. He couldn't really imagine Victor without it, either. Which tugs at the edge of his thoughts, twisting another new path to send him down.
He's caught up in that thought when Victor asks about his checks. "Everything is good. No tears, and no rust." A reflection on both of things he'd already looked over, even as he was still completing the second one.
His blades were still sharp from the need for them to be as grippable on the ice as possible during all the flip training, but sometime next week he'd probably need them resharpened again. Either way, win or lose, he'll be home by that time and they'll go into the hands of people he can trust with the task and not someone he doesn't know and doesn't really want holding the chances of giving him more reasons to suffer in a performance. He was bad enough at that, for and against himself, already.
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Yuri rolled his eyes. Maybe from anyone else it would sound like an actual complaint and concern. But anyone else wouldn't be sticking their head out the bathroom door, smiling and winking while making that suggestion. Sure, Victor is getting well into the years where skaters did stop, but Yuri's been on the ice with Victor more days of every week than not. There's nothing he seems to be even close to incapable of doing just as well as he was doing right before he arrived in Japan.
That's Victor, too. It always has been. Blowing away every expectation and human restriction for ice skating since he started. Victor not ending up back on the ice, breaking all of his records again as he went on surprising the world, seemed a nearly impossible thought to more than joke about like this. Yuri couldn't even begin to imagine it. It would be a great sadness and loss for the whole sport, and Victor. He couldn't really imagine Victor without it, either. Which tugs at the edge of his thoughts, twisting another new path to send him down.
He's caught up in that thought when Victor asks about his checks. "Everything is good. No tears, and no rust."
A reflection on both of things he'd already looked over, even as he was still completing the second one.
His blades were still sharp from the need for them to be as grippable on the ice as possible during all the flip training, but sometime next week he'd probably need them resharpened again. Either way, win or lose, he'll be home by that time and they'll go into the hands of people he can trust with the task and not someone he doesn't know and doesn't really want holding the chances of giving him more reasons to suffer in a performance. He was bad enough at that, for and against himself, already.