The door opens and Victor pulls away, and there's a strange moment Yuri is caught in having to glancing up in surprise. Not expecting, but also, finding that strange dichotomy of Victor not caring when they were around the greater share of people inside and stopping as the stepped out. But it makes sense a second later, when Victor is putting his hands in his pockets, and it is still cold outside.
It's winter everywhere, already settled in. It's hard to really think about it entirely straight. In the last eight days, he's been in three countries, all of them winter cold already, and all of them with less than five hours of sun at best, with and without the clouds. Moscow had been a little colder, but even Moscow hadn't been as cold as the winter's he'd gotten used to in the last five years.
It was winter and cold everywhere, and it made sense. Why Victor let go. But Yuri's stomach still stayed slightly sunk even as the surprise ebbed away.
His own hands tightening against the urge to -- what? Reach out? Demand Victor's already hidden away hand?
The center of his body only seeming to catch up with his head, or where they were, in time to make him feel more adrift, more exhausted, not close enough to home still. But at least they'd be in the car soon. At least soon it would only be Victor, and maybe that would be easier, too. His suitcase and bag in the back, and the drive back. Which would be another hour of sitting after the more than a dozen behind him.
At least it made the car easy to find, and turn himself toward after spotting in the direction the three of them kept going. Stopping by the back of the car, to wait for it to be unlocked, turned over more in his head though. He'd thought about that a lot, too, in the last few days. When Victor was suddenly gone, and it stood out even starker that this was the only competition Minako Sensai had planned not to fly out for, too.
"Was she there watching with everyone?" Either way, even if she wasn't, she'd have been watching somewhere else. She'd probably have a number of things to say the first time he got back into her studio for practice, as well.
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It's winter everywhere, already settled in. It's hard to really think about it entirely straight. In the last eight days, he's been in three countries, all of them winter cold already, and all of them with less than five hours of sun at best, with and without the clouds. Moscow had been a little colder, but even Moscow hadn't been as cold as the winter's he'd gotten used to in the last five years.
It was winter and cold everywhere, and it made sense. Why Victor let go.
But Yuri's stomach still stayed slightly sunk even as the surprise ebbed away.
His own hands tightening against the urge to -- what?
Reach out? Demand Victor's already hidden away hand?
The center of his body only seeming to catch up with his head, or where they were, in time to make him feel more adrift, more exhausted, not close enough to home still. But at least they'd be in the car soon. At least soon it would only be Victor, and maybe that would be easier, too. His suitcase and bag in the back, and the drive back. Which would be another hour of sitting after the more than a dozen behind him.
At least it made the car easy to find, and turn himself toward after spotting in the direction the three of them kept going. Stopping by the back of the car, to wait for it to be unlocked, turned over more in his head though. He'd thought about that a lot, too, in the last few days. When Victor was suddenly gone, and it stood out even starker that this was the only competition Minako Sensai had planned not to fly out for, too.
"Was she there watching with everyone?" Either way, even if she wasn't, she'd have been watching somewhere else.
She'd probably have a number of things to say the first time he got back into her studio for practice, as well.