He's supposed to be listening. He's supposed to be. But his fingers find the bottle, and he lifts it to his lips, but his eyes land on a group of people not far beyond Victor's the right of Victor's shoulder. Who are looking directly at them, and somehow he can hear Victor's voice, but he can't make out any of the words. Because that keeps happening, too. People keep looking at them. Him. Like that.
The look that lands on his face, then notices his gaze, and flits away. Back. Away.
It's not like. He doesn't. People stared at Southern Regional Championships. But not like this.
This is. It's different. There's a different weight. A different feel. Even in the space of only a heart beat. People stared there because they knew who Victor was, from every broken record, and competition for years and years now. People here are staring, because they actually know him. They've been righthere with him. Every Grand Prix for years now. From the top of the podium, from qualifiers to finale.
He doesn't need to be any closer to guess what's being said.
To know the question. (The joke even Takeshi made enough times while cheering him on.)
It makes his eyes take too long to track back, him hold the bottle too long at his mouth after the swallow, before his eyes go back to Victor -- Victor who had been talking, and it leaves Yuri blinking at him. Trying to figure out if he'd actually even heard a single word at all. Which just makes it all feel even less inside his skin, staring up at Victor. "What?"
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The look that lands on his face, then notices his gaze, and flits away. Back. Away.
It's not like. He doesn't. People stared at Southern Regional Championships. But not like this.
This is. It's different. There's a different weight. A different feel. Even in the space of only a heart beat. People stared there because they knew who Victor was, from every broken record, and competition for years and years now. People here are staring, because they actually know him. They've been right here with him. Every Grand Prix for years now. From the top of the podium, from qualifiers to finale.
He doesn't need to be any closer to guess what's being said.
To know the question. (The joke even Takeshi made enough times while cheering him on.)
It makes his eyes take too long to track back, him hold the bottle too long at his mouth after the swallow, before his eyes go back to Victor -- Victor who had been talking, and it leaves Yuri blinking at him. Trying to figure out if he'd actually even heard a single word at all. Which just makes it all feel even less inside his skin, staring up at Victor. "What?"