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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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"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.

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"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!"

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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!!"

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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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..."