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Setting his phone down, Yuuri immediately brought his hands up to scrub at his eyes, knocking his glasses askew as tears threatened to fall. It was stupid. This was stupid. He shouldn't have been this upset, this on edge, but he was and he had done and said some stupid things and now Victor was upset. To top things off, he'd spilled everything to Yurio and now the younger skater was coming to check on him. Just when Yuuri had thought he wouldn't be anymore of a bother to his friends...

He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly before lowering his hands, slowly shifting off the bed--trying to ignore how empty it all felt without Victor there--making his way over to the door since he knew Yurio was going to be there sooner rather than later.

Hopefully the other wouldn't notice how red his eyes were. That was the last thing he--

The oh so familiar knock that was more of a pounding on the door signaled Yuri's arrival and Yuuri closed the rest of the distance pulling it open with a shaky smile.

"Hey..."

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"I should have better control of it. I shouldn't--it shouldn't get to me like this." If only it were that easy though. Yuuri was on medication for it but nothing would ever permanently fix it. It would always be there; it was just a matter of coping.

When one was in a high stress activity like competitive ice skating though...

What Yuri was saying wasn't something Yuuri had considered before. It wasn't something he had taken the time to actually think about and it gives him a moment of clarity. They were at the rink all the time. Victor could skate whenever he wanted but he chose to coach Yuuri. Chose to focus on what the Japanese skater was doing and what he needed to improve on.

A weak laugh escapes him as the joke finally sinks in and he glances over at his friend.

"Even if that was a thing, I'm about as threatening as a small dog," he admitted, trying his best to pull himself out of the hole he'd sunk into. "...I just worry that he feels obligated at this point. That he doesn't want to hurt my feelings my telling me he doesn't want to be my coach. At least that's what my brain thinks he's actually thinking--tells me that he's thinking."

"Well, he IS obligated to at this point but its not like he doesn't want to. If he doesn't want to do something I think he's the type to just not do it."

He certainly decided to just not coach Yuri. A little frustrating, but he couldn't deny that it had been a good choice on Victor's part. The man was obviously happy.

"I used to see him too much because we used the same rinks. It wasn't like he was all that... He's different now."

Yuri sighs, leaning back on his hands.

"I was never going to get his attention, not after the banquet..."

That was true. Victor really was that way and he wasn't the type to let others make him do anything.

"I want to believe that. I honestly do believe it..." It was just a losing battle sometimes, especially when he was stressed out and anxious.

Slowly drawing his legs up so he can wrap his arms loosely around them, Yuuri props his chin on his knees as he listens to his companion.

"Different how?" Was it good or bad? Had Yuuri messed things up? Had he made Victor dumb himself down or--

Wait.

"What?" It comes out as a bit squeaky as he looks to Yuri, eyes wide. "What does that mean?"

Yuuri needed to fix those medications he was on, because damn. Yuri couldn't even keep up with him. He seemed to stress himself out by breathing.

He side eyes Yuri then huffs through his nose, tossing a bit of his hair aside.

"He's happier. Looks like he's enjoying himself more than he's had in years." He rolls his eyes. "Please, don't act like your gyrating against his hip didn't play some part."

He's not that bad! It's only this bad during competition's okay and he's getting better! Slowly but surely..

But he can't even focus on that right now because he's too busy being incredibly embarrassed all of a sudden, blushing to his ears as his eyes widen.

"G-gyrating--what?! I--no one told me I did that!" He'd been told quite a few things but no one had mentioned that particular detail.

Yuri stares at Yuuri then grins, grabbing his shoulder.

"No one TOLD YOU? You had your arms wrapped around Victor, not even wearing PANTS, just grinding away at his leg like a dog in heat!! His FACE...!!!"

Oh god. Oh god he was going to die. This was going to be his end.

Yuuri feels his head spin but it's not a bad thing--he's just a bit overwhelmed with embarrassment. Thanks for that, Yurio.

"I..oh my god I can never look at him again."

Yurio started laughing. He sits up on his knees, bouncing on the bed as he shakes Yuri by the shoulder with just escalating elation over having destroyed Yuuri through embarrassment.

"You were begging him to be your coach! You know that's why he gave you Eros, right?! He must have been so confused!!"

"That's--I wondered! It didn't make any sense that he would give me Eros!" It had felt so strange and Yuuri had been so distraught over the assignment.

But now? Now it all made sense. Actually...everything made sense. The way Victor had acted initially. God he must have expected Yuuri to remember!

"This is the best, he probably isn't even aware.. I'm texting him!!"

He pulls his phone out to type quickly in rapid Russian.

"What--No!" Yuuri immediately unfolds from his position and tries to get the phone away from the younger skater, his anxiety seeping away in favor of other emotions that are a bit easier to deal with.

Mostly embarrassment.

"Yuri-kun!"

He's laughing out loud as he's accosted by the Japanese man. He falls over, twisting around to protect the phone.

"He deserves to know!! He'll be so embarrassed!!"

The other twists around to protect the phone and Yuuri does the only thing he can think to do--

He immediately goes for Yuri's sides to tickle him and try to get him to unfold.

"That's exactly why you can't say anything!" he shot back though there was laughter starting to tinge his words now.

"That's exactly why I should!!" He starts laughing, struggling to finish the message but it collapsed into random characters being sent to Victor.

He finally pushes the phone away, turning to try and defend himself but he's laughing to hard.

Their faces were close, hands pressing against Yuuri's collarbones.

It's good to hear the other skater laugh. Hell, it's good to laugh. He'd been in such a funk since the end of his short program that he hadn't felt this at ease for what felt like days.

Yuuri grins down at the other before bumping their foreheads together.

"Thank you, Yuri-kun," he said softly before he was moving away from the other and taking his phone with him. "What did you say? I should text him--no I should go talk to him."

The forehead bump wasn't what Yuri expected. That much would be obvious if Yuuri noticed the lean in and slight head tilt in assumption.

His face was beet red as he sits up as Yuuri leans back to look at his phone.

"..Didn't really manage to say anything." He reached to pick up his phone again, keeping his head down as he scrolls over the random smattering of words and letters.

"Victor just sent question marks and asked what's up. He said he's downstairs at the bar..."

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