"No!" It's too loud, too sharp still, and it sounds just as horrified as it feels. That he should post anything on anything anywhere now. That everyone won't be waiting for that. Watching him. Judging what it is. What it isn't. They will be. Looking. There. Here. Everywere. How many people does he have to pass before he even leaves this building?
How many of them are, similarly, skaters who competed this weekend, winners and losers, staying and leaving both, who would have already seen, or be waking up, scrolling through it as part of their dashboards or articles about the end of the Grand Prix Qualifier competition days? The people at the desks? The other guests, who'd been attendees?
Oh. God. Interviews. There would be reporters still today. Cameras. Questions.
Oh. God. Oh. Oh. God. No. No, no, no, no. He doesn't. He can't.
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Date: 2017-05-16 03:10 pm (UTC)How many of them are, similarly, skaters who competed this weekend, winners and losers, staying and leaving both, who would have already seen, or be waking up, scrolling through it as part of their dashboards or articles about the end of the Grand Prix Qualifier competition days? The people at the desks? The other guests, who'd been attendees?
Oh. God. Interviews. There would be reporters still today. Cameras. Questions.
Oh. God. Oh. Oh. God. No. No, no, no, no. He doesn't. He can't.