Honestly? Yuuri was pleased he'd gotten that much. He'd honestly thought that his short program at ruined his chances at the podium at all but Victor had helped him get a grasp on his strength again; helped him get a grasp on his thoughts and his anxiety and well--
There was always next year.
Dressed in a well tailored suit in a deep navy, compliments of a certain coach of his, Yuuri was actually looking forward to this year's banquet. He was still terribly embarrassed by everything he'd learned happened last year but he was still ready to have a good time. Just..no alcohol.
Instead he's just going to mingle, having lost sight of Victor when the other went off to talk to some of the other skaters and Yuuri ended up at a table by himself, indulging in the moment of quiet to just watch and lose himself in thought. A small smile played on his lips as he rested his chin in his hand and watched everyone mingling, glass of sparkling something or other held carefully in his free hand, clinking softly against his ring as he shifted it back and forth.
At least he'd walked away with a gold of some sort, right?]
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Honestly? Yuuri was pleased he'd gotten that much. He'd honestly thought that his short program at ruined his chances at the podium at all but Victor had helped him get a grasp on his strength again; helped him get a grasp on his thoughts and his anxiety and well--
There was always next year.
Dressed in a well tailored suit in a deep navy, compliments of a certain coach of his, Yuuri was actually looking forward to this year's banquet. He was still terribly embarrassed by everything he'd learned happened last year but he was still ready to have a good time. Just..no alcohol.
Instead he's just going to mingle, having lost sight of Victor when the other went off to talk to some of the other skaters and Yuuri ended up at a table by himself, indulging in the moment of quiet to just watch and lose himself in thought. A small smile played on his lips as he rested his chin in his hand and watched everyone mingling, glass of sparkling something or other held carefully in his free hand, clinking softly against his ring as he shifted it back and forth.
At least he'd walked away with a gold of some sort, right?]