His surprise is mixing with faint wariness, a bitter tinge in all the bemusement. His last few run-ins with Yurio have been unpleasant in the extreme ––
(I would rather eat ground glass than spend it with you and the pig)
–– and as much vitriol had been thrown his way, even more had been tossed, careless and cruel, at an absent Yuri.
(if you think you're going to beat me in my own home, you can take that thought and go fuck yourself with it. You and the pig and that Canadian prick, all of you)
Yurio, who had turned in a suicidally aggressive free skate and scraped out a new personal best. For whom performing in Moscow was always going to be fraught, but ended up being a source of tension for everyone around him, as well.
(See you in Moscow, Coach Nikiforov)
There's no reason for Yurio to have shared this with Yuri, and, by extension, with Victor. Yurio, as far as Victor can tell, hates them both.
It's why Victor couldn't understand why Yuri even considered staying in Moscow for half a day longer, long enough to see Yurio's exhibition. He'd asked if Yuri thought Yurio would do the same for him, but that answer is obvious, isn't it?
Wasn't it?
He opens his mouth to continue, but the screen flickers, and he glances at it, feeling a strange sense of inevitability at the newest figure. "Oh, Yurio!"
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"Yurio?"
His surprise is mixing with faint wariness, a bitter tinge in all the bemusement. His last few run-ins with Yurio have been unpleasant in the extreme ––
(I would rather eat ground glass than spend it with you and the pig)
–– and as much vitriol had been thrown his way, even more had been tossed, careless and cruel, at an absent Yuri.
You and the pig and that Canadian prick,
all of you)
Yurio, who had turned in a suicidally aggressive free skate and scraped out a new personal best. For whom performing in Moscow was always going to be fraught, but ended up being a source of tension for everyone around him, as well.
Coach Nikiforov)
There's no reason for Yurio to have shared this with Yuri, and, by extension, with Victor.
Yurio, as far as Victor can tell, hates them both.
It's why Victor couldn't understand why Yuri even considered staying in Moscow for half a day longer, long enough to see Yurio's exhibition. He'd asked if Yuri thought Yurio would do the same for him, but that answer is obvious, isn't it?
Wasn't it?
He opens his mouth to continue, but the screen flickers, and he glances at it, feeling a strange sense of inevitability at the newest figure. "Oh, Yurio!"