Absolutely certain, while Yuri is dropping his head to settle against their hands and his arm, a comforting weight against his chest. His hand smoothing over the back of Yuri's head, and settling at the round of his shoulder, holding him here, stable and close. "It's not."
He doesn't know if he thinks Yuri is lucky to have him, too. He'd never really thought about it that way. Not like this anyhow. Of course it's lucky for Yuri to have his resources and his talent and his help as a coach: it might be vain to say so, but it's also the truth. Without him, Yuri might never have even tried to reach his potential as a skater, might not have even known there was so much more he should be trying for. In that sense, yes. Yuri is lucky to have him.
But like this? When it's been less than a day, barely even twelve hours, and he's already made so many mistakes? He still doesn't know if he'll be any good at this, only knows he's never wanted to try so much, for anything. A different sort of goal than another medal or title or championship, harder to strive for and reach than simple physical perfection.
Lucky. He's always been a lucky person. Has shaken out a good fortune every time he's gone to the Hasetsu temple, has never failed at anything he's tried to do. Even made this happen, somehow, after spending so long thinking it was impossible.
Still has it, even though it's morning and Yuri should know better, and he's already managed to fall all over himself even before he's had his coffee, a thought that makes his mouth press, rueful, while his thumb strokes lightly over the skin just past the collar of Yuri's t-shirt. "I'm sorry I didn't give you something more pleasant to wake up to."
This is truly not how he thought the morning would go, if he's being honest.
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Date: 2017-05-17 06:06 pm (UTC)Absolutely certain, while Yuri is dropping his head to settle against their hands and his arm, a comforting weight against his chest. His hand smoothing over the back of Yuri's head, and settling at the round of his shoulder, holding him here, stable and close. "It's not."
He doesn't know if he thinks Yuri is lucky to have him, too. He'd never really thought about it that way. Not like this anyhow. Of course it's lucky for Yuri to have his resources and his talent and his help as a coach: it might be vain to say so, but it's also the truth. Without him, Yuri might never have even tried to reach his potential as a skater, might not have even known there was so much more he should be trying for. In that sense, yes. Yuri is lucky to have him.
But like this? When it's been less than a day, barely even twelve hours, and he's already made so many mistakes? He still doesn't know if he'll be any good at this, only knows he's never wanted to try so much, for anything. A different sort of goal than another medal or title or championship, harder to strive for and reach than simple physical perfection.
Lucky. He's always been a lucky person. Has shaken out a good fortune every time he's gone to the Hasetsu temple, has never failed at anything he's tried to do. Even made this happen, somehow, after spending so long thinking it was impossible.
Still has it, even though it's morning and Yuri should know better, and he's already managed to fall all over himself even before he's had his coffee, a thought that makes his mouth press, rueful, while his thumb strokes lightly over the skin just past the collar of Yuri's t-shirt. "I'm sorry I didn't give you something more pleasant to wake up to."
This is truly not how he thought the morning would go, if he's being honest.