Yuri listens, but it looks like he's moving through molasses, and the whites of his eyes are nearly showing. He looks pale and unfocused, and Victor's not sure what to do: at home, he'd joke or tease or bring Yuri back to the moment with a hand on his, or a gentle grip of his shoulder, but Yuri's already flinched away from a touch once today, and it could harm as much as it might help.

So he settles for keeping his own voice and face calm and confident. "Build to your first jump to push your momentum forward, but don't rush the take off. Slow down a little: it's a short program, but you have time. Remember, you're telling a story, not checking off boxes."

He takes the water bottle back, and offers the tissues, just in case, and –– Yakov wouldn't, would consider it coddling, but he isn't Yakov, and Yuri, who has a history of spiralling into emotional black holes, isn't him. "How are you feeling?"