Yuri shakes his head at the tissue box and tries not to see it as a reprieve that he gets to look away from Victor, to the box, for a half-second, before he's looking back at him, again. He knows he needs to focus. He knows he needs to focus on Eros and nothing else. His hands. His steps. The story. Treat the whole audience, the judges, like he could pull them in, close, and then just leave them behind, less than a thought.
(Like the aren't already too many eyes on him now.
In the half-crowds gathered for watching the practice hours. Without judges.)
"Okay." Is a word. It's not quite stuck in his throat or his teeth. But it's a narrow thing. Tired, but not sleepy, he doesn't say. Unable to move fast enough, unable to stand still enough, he doesn't say. Like pieces of him were inconsistently connecting and unconnecting, he doesn't say. Not calm enough not to worry about it on top of itself. None of which Victor wants to hear.
He's not positive it matters. He's here. No matter how he feels, he's here. It's all already begun. Will be. Soon. Not yet. But soon. Which means he needs to be out there. He needs to not be standing still. He needs to. "I should-"
Yuri nodded back to the ice and people behind him. The time clock counting down its invisible seconds in his skin. Counting down what little time he had left to practice. Before there would be no more time to practice. Just a few seconds really to warmup, and that wouldn't be this. "Shoulders." Beat. "Slow down." Beat.
A flick of dark eyes to Victor, like he's waiting for any other last notes for this list before he goes back out.
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Date: 2017-04-02 02:22 am (UTC)(Like the aren't already too many eyes on him now.
In the half-crowds gathered for watching the practice hours. Without judges.)
"Okay." Is a word. It's not quite stuck in his throat or his teeth. But it's a narrow thing. Tired, but not sleepy, he doesn't say. Unable to move fast enough, unable to stand still enough, he doesn't say. Like pieces of him were inconsistently connecting and unconnecting, he doesn't say. Not calm enough not to worry about it on top of itself. None of which Victor wants to hear.
He's not positive it matters. He's here. No matter how he feels, he's here. It's all already begun. Will be. Soon. Not yet. But soon. Which means he needs to be out there. He needs to not be standing still. He needs to. "I should-"
Yuri nodded back to the ice and people behind him. The time clock counting down its invisible seconds in his skin. Counting down what little time he had left to practice. Before there would be no more time to practice. Just a few seconds really to warmup, and that wouldn't be this. "Shoulders." Beat. "Slow down." Beat.
A flick of dark eyes to Victor, like he's waiting for any other last notes for this list before he goes back out.