Lunch might sound good, but it isn't. Yuri's still hunched away from him, like he thinks Victor's going to start slinging needles his way, and if anything, he manages to say even less.
At least he eats something.
It's a temptation to just talk about yesterday, and what to look forward to tonight, and what to make sure he does or doesn't do, but Yuri knows everything he has to do, and Victor's not sure focusing on the free skate is really going to help the situation that much. It could just send Yuri into an even more severe spiral, since there isn't time to work on the things he's been having trouble with in practice. It's do or die, on the day of, and even if there were more time to practice, Victor wouldn't allow it. The last thing Yuri needs right now is to work his quad Salchow to death and exhaust himself even further.
He probably shouldn't watch the other performances first, either. Victor doesn't want him trying to change the jump composition mid-performance again and messing it up, so it'll be better if he doesn't know what he's up against.
The program is solid. It's technically advanced, and artistically beautiful. It can stand on its own two feet.
But not if Yuri can't, and so, when they're finished, Victor pushes back from the table and reaches to grab Yuri's arm and march him towards the elevators, smiling but firm. "Come on, Yuri. You can't go out there totally exhausted when you have such a long program to skate. No arguing!"
Shoving him into the elevator and pushing their floor number, and leaning back with his arms crossed. "You already looked tired at practice today and we need to make sure you're at your best tonight."
The room is still quiet, and he strides across to close the drapes and make it dark, too, still chatting. "Normally you land those jumps just fine, and everything else looked sloppy, too." Turning to point to Yuri's bed, the other hand on his hip.
There's a sleep mask in his bag: he crosses the room to dig it out, and toss it Yuri's way. "Get undressed. Use this, and get in bed. That's not a request."
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Date: 2017-04-07 06:26 pm (UTC)At least he eats something.
It's a temptation to just talk about yesterday, and what to look forward to tonight, and what to make sure he does or doesn't do, but Yuri knows everything he has to do, and Victor's not sure focusing on the free skate is really going to help the situation that much. It could just send Yuri into an even more severe spiral, since there isn't time to work on the things he's been having trouble with in practice. It's do or die, on the day of, and even if there were more time to practice, Victor wouldn't allow it. The last thing Yuri needs right now is to work his quad Salchow to death and exhaust himself even further.
He probably shouldn't watch the other performances first, either. Victor doesn't want him trying to change the jump composition mid-performance again and messing it up, so it'll be better if he doesn't know what he's up against.
The program is solid. It's technically advanced, and artistically beautiful. It can stand on its own two feet.
But not if Yuri can't, and so, when they're finished, Victor pushes back from the table and reaches to grab Yuri's arm and march him towards the elevators, smiling but firm. "Come on, Yuri. You can't go out there totally exhausted when you have such a long program to skate. No arguing!"
Shoving him into the elevator and pushing their floor number, and leaning back with his arms crossed. "You already looked tired at practice today and we need to make sure you're at your best tonight."
The room is still quiet, and he strides across to close the drapes and make it dark, too, still chatting. "Normally you land those jumps just fine, and everything else looked sloppy, too." Turning to point to Yuri's bed, the other hand on his hip.
There's a sleep mask in his bag: he crosses the room to dig it out, and toss it Yuri's way. "Get undressed. Use this, and get in bed. That's not a request."