Yuri looks like he wants to say no, which would probably be another lie, but at the last second, he scrunches up his face cutely and admits that it probably does want the ice, which Victor has to agree with. He's all too familiar with the stiffness and soreness after even a perfect performance, and there isn't a skater out there who doesn't appreciate a hot bath and some ice after a slam like Yuri's. "Okay, then I'll just be a minute."
First, he has to find the ice bag from before, and then he has to search for the room key (on the table by a lamp), and then he has to organize everything so he can hang onto the ice bag and laundry bag while pushing the cart, the room key clutched in one hand because these sweatpants don't have any pockets, and it all feels strangely domestic and normal.
Even if it's actually still strange, for them. This is their first competition away from Hasetsu, and only their third night in this hotel. All his memories of this being normal are from his own competition trips, and even that isn't quite the same: normally, he'd be alone. Normally, he'd be out at this time, with Chris, in all likelihood, hitting the town and enjoying himself, or he'd be lying on that bed alone with ice and a cold beer, watching his own performance to figure out how he could do it better, the next time.
Doing it all for someone else still feels strange, even as it doesn't, and it's the same feeling he gets when he reminds Yuri: "Drink some more water, okay?"
He's never spent this long this focused on someone other than himself. And yet, he can't imagine going back to how it was before. "I'll be right back."
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First, he has to find the ice bag from before, and then he has to search for the room key (on the table by a lamp), and then he has to organize everything so he can hang onto the ice bag and laundry bag while pushing the cart, the room key clutched in one hand because these sweatpants don't have any pockets, and it all feels strangely domestic and normal.
Even if it's actually still strange, for them. This is their first competition away from Hasetsu, and only their third night in this hotel. All his memories of this being normal are from his own competition trips, and even that isn't quite the same: normally, he'd be alone. Normally, he'd be out at this time, with Chris, in all likelihood, hitting the town and enjoying himself, or he'd be lying on that bed alone with ice and a cold beer, watching his own performance to figure out how he could do it better, the next time.
Doing it all for someone else still feels strange, even as it doesn't, and it's the same feeling he gets when he reminds Yuri: "Drink some more water, okay?"
He's never spent this long this focused on someone other than himself. And yet, he can't imagine going back to how it was before. "I'll be right back."