Victor says those word with the same easy, unbrookable correctness of most everything he says. Like it's an indefatigable truth. Following it with another kiss that shivers through Yuri's skin and blood, even though his heart has stopped trying to have a coronary right there, in Victor's arms, since he's gotten to be stationary nearly a minute now.
Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it wasn't what a coach should do. But it was the only thing Yuri could have thought that Victor would, or should, do. The worst thing he could think of happening to Victor now. It hadn't been about him. At least not him now, or then, then a day and a half ago. Him, in Russia. It'd been about Victor.
Maybe even what Yuri could bear to see happen to Victor. Not for him. Never for him. Never at all. Maybe he'd -- had he been willing to sacrifice his chance for that? For Victor? Before Victor asked Yakov? Had he just not thought about it, really, what it might cost him, personally? (What it had [?] cost him?) Only Victor and where Victor had to be, while the rest didn't matter, even as Victor had argued it?
Even as the arguing only made Yuri more certain Victor was wrong and he was right?
It's Victor's voice beside his ear that makes Yuri blink, uncertain he'd been focused on anything in front of him, having to find the computer screen. The couple on it. The way they were smiling. (When had the girl left?) There's a faint hum of agreement from Yuri, watching them skate around the all too familiar darkened rink of ads and screaming fans. Even with the pressure of seeing the familiar rink, like a bruise, they do look happy.
But they won. They don't have a reason not to look happy, do they?
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Date: 2017-08-05 03:53 pm (UTC)Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it wasn't what a coach should do. But it was the only thing Yuri could have thought that Victor would, or should, do. The worst thing he could think of happening to Victor now. It hadn't been about him. At least not him now, or then, then a day and a half ago. Him, in Russia. It'd been about Victor.
Maybe even what Yuri could bear to see happen to Victor. Not for him. Never for him. Never at all. Maybe he'd -- had he been willing to sacrifice his chance for that? For Victor? Before Victor asked Yakov? Had he just not thought about it, really, what it might cost him, personally? (What it had [?] cost him?) Only Victor and where Victor had to be, while the rest didn't matter, even as Victor had argued it?
Even as the arguing only made Yuri more certain Victor was wrong and he was right?
It's Victor's voice beside his ear that makes Yuri blink, uncertain he'd been focused on anything in front of him, having to find the computer screen. The couple on it. The way they were smiling. (When had the girl left?) There's a faint hum of agreement from Yuri, watching them skate around the all too familiar darkened rink of ads and screaming fans. Even with the pressure of seeing the familiar rink, like a bruise, they do look happy.
But they won. They don't have a reason not to look happy, do they?