He takes the mask back and tucks it away, and uses Yuri's time in the shower to lay out everything they'll need: Yuri's costume, the bag with all his equipment, some bottles of water, the tissue box. His own shower he keeps to a bare minimum: enough to wash the sweat from his nap off his skin, enough to refresh him, enough to swish the stale taste of sleep from his mouth. Hair brushed in its usual part, but it'll dry on the way. The gray three piece suit that he bought last year for the Worlds banquet, and that has seen more duty in the last month and a half than in the year before it.
Shoes, polished. Gloves in the pocket of his coat. And Yuri.
Who still looks tired, but Victor can't tell if that's because he's still sleepy from the nap, or because he didn't manage to sleep after all, but there's no time to get into it: they have to go.
(Frustrating to be going last. To have so much time to warm up, and too much time to think. All that time for Yuri's mind to play tricks on him, if Victor can't keep him focused.
But at least it's only five skaters ahead. It could be worse.)
The air in Shanghai in November is brisk, and it wakes him up even further, but his mind is already racing ahead, considering the routine, the competition, Yuri's weariness. He's not concerned about the latter as much as he perhaps should be: Yuri's stamina and stubbornness should power him through those four minutes and change even if there's nothing left of him to give by the end of it.
Once he's on the ice. Once it matters.
"We have lots of time once we're there to warm up, so take it nice and slow, okay?"
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Date: 2017-04-08 02:58 am (UTC)Shoes, polished. Gloves in the pocket of his coat. And Yuri.
Who still looks tired, but Victor can't tell if that's because he's still sleepy from the nap, or because he didn't manage to sleep after all, but there's no time to get into it: they have to go.
(Frustrating to be going last. To have so much time to warm up, and too much time to think. All that time for Yuri's mind to play tricks on him, if Victor can't keep him focused.
But at least it's only five skaters ahead. It could be worse.)
The air in Shanghai in November is brisk, and it wakes him up even further, but his mind is already racing ahead, considering the routine, the competition, Yuri's weariness. He's not concerned about the latter as much as he perhaps should be: Yuri's stamina and stubbornness should power him through those four minutes and change even if there's nothing left of him to give by the end of it.
Once he's on the ice. Once it matters.
"We have lots of time once we're there to warm up, so take it nice and slow, okay?"