His expression flattens, and there's a low hum of annoyance in his voice. "Yuri."

The name getting dragged out, because Yuri is not paying attention to him, and Victor feels it like the lack of a spotlight, or like a door suddenly shut against the sun. "Weren't you listening to me?"

(So this is how Yakov felt. He doesn't care for it.)

But Yuri's attention is still wavering, gaze flickering from face to face around the rink, on the ice, even as he's sipping his water, and Victor leans forward to try and wrest his focus back to center. Back to him. Refusing to follow Yuri's glance as it skips around, landing with no comprehension.

It's frustrating, and worse, it'll only add to Yuri's anxiety: send his thoughts into a spiral about what everyone else will do, instead of what he needs to do.

"Don't look at everyone else. Just look at me."