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[musicinmotion]

[Victor had kissed him. Not just a kiss on the cheek either. Victor had outright kissed him in front of everyone at the competition; everyone watching on television. When it had happened Yuri had been too caught in the moment to care. Everything had come down to just him and Victor laying there on the ice, looking at each other with flushed faces. His heart had skipped a beat or two, he was pretty sure, and he felt like he was flying in that moment.

Reality had caught up soon enough and the awards had been given out--he got silver!--and then they were back at the hotel. Everything caught up with Yuri then and exhaustion nipped at his senses but he couldn't sleep. His mind wouldn't stop.

Why had Victor kissed him? Was it for show? Had it meant something? Was it just Victor being his overly affectionate self?

His anxiety started to get the best of him and around 4am he hadn't been able to stay in bed any longer which is why he was out on the balcony of their hotel room staring out over the city lost in a daze. His body ached and he wanted to sleep more, knew that he needed to since they had a busy next few days ahead of them but he couldn't stop thinking. Couldn't stop worrying.

If you mess up this free skate and miss the podium, I'll take responsibility by resigning as your coach.

Yuri's hands twitched then clutched the cup between his hands tighter as he leaned on the railing. That had just been an attempt to motivate him...right? Or would that..would it apply to everything from here on out? Would Victor leaving be the consequence of him failing? And if so, did the kiss really mean anything then?]

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[katsudont]

But what I said didn't help and I know that now.

[He looks down]

I hurt you, Yuuri. I don't want to hurt you.

[musicinmotion]

[Lifting a hand to cup Victor's cheek, Yuri could feel his stomach twisting.]

I forgive you, though. I'm not upset with you, Victor.