Victor had been working on his own program. He was putting too much on himself, he knew but he didn't care. He had a lot to compete with this year and it meant a lot of hard work needed to be done. With a thousand distractions happening at once too, such as everything with Phichit, traveling, everything with Phichit coming out over a TEXT MESSAGE...
He saw Yuuri arrive, and he doesn't approach right away. He chooses to stay by the wall, taking a long drink as he watches Yuuri skate.
He has to look away after a moment, platinum hair falling into his eyes. He'd messed up. He knew he'd messed up, but now he knew exactly how badly it was hurting Yuuri, just on sight.
Victor pushes away from the wall, drifting slowly over. Victor appreciated what Yuuri was doing but he needed words. His hand reaches out, catching Yuuri's wrist as he pulls himself to a stop next to Yuuri.
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He saw Yuuri arrive, and he doesn't approach right away. He chooses to stay by the wall, taking a long drink as he watches Yuuri skate.
He has to look away after a moment, platinum hair falling into his eyes. He'd messed up. He knew he'd messed up, but now he knew exactly how badly it was hurting Yuuri, just on sight.
Victor pushes away from the wall, drifting slowly over. Victor appreciated what Yuuri was doing but he needed words. His hand reaches out, catching Yuuri's wrist as he pulls himself to a stop next to Yuuri.
"Stop. Yuuri..."