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Leaving Makkachin at the apartment for once, Yuuri had headed out and decided to take his time. His head was a mess of thoughts right now and his emotions were so mixed up and hard to figure out that he honestly didn't even really want to do this right now. He wanted to just stay and bed and not talk about it; deflect. Ignore. Pretend it didn't happen. But that wasn't going to help anything. He'd already told Victor that he knew so now he needed to actually finish the conversation.

When he finally made it to the rink he felt..okay, well, he felt cold because Russia was always cold but he at least felt a little more collected. He gave a faint smile in greeting to the man in charge of the rink before heading into the locker room, stowing his bag and jacket away before going about putting his skates on. From there he headed out to the ice, a hard to read look on his face as he reached the wall and nudged the door open so he could step out onto the ice.

He didn't even bother to look for Victor right now, didn't want to through himself off from the state of mind he was in and instead just started to skate. Yuuri had always been better at expressing himself with his skating rather than words themselves so right now? Right now he was going to let his skating, let his body, do the talking as he started around the rink, moving to music that only he could hear, letting his body relax and flow as he moved across the ice. It was clear he was upset and anyone that knew Yuuri well enough would know that meant he was going to end up overthinking things if he wasn't careful. The difference this time, though?

He loved Victor. He didn't want things to go badly but..he was hurt. His heart hurt at the thought that his best friend and his fiance had done something--even just making out--behind his back.

Letting one of his legs swing out as he made a slow turn, Yuuri spread his arms and glided with the position for a moment before drawing himself back upright and turning himself again, arms going above his head as he fell into an easy spin. He broke from it after several rotations before he glided backwards, picking up speed before turning again to face forwards in time to launch himself into a triple toe loop. The landing was easy for him after all this time and his body relaxed again as he went through the motions of a step sequence he was making up on the fly, just how upset he was even more obvious now.

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[goldmedalvicturi]

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.

"Stop. Yuuri..."