Yuri's got his earbuds in, sitting off to the side, and that should be normal. Would be, if he didn't seem to be losing an argument with his water bottle.
He'd barely spoken at all on the way over here. Hadn't seemed to be listening. Didn't respond when people called his name, or tried to get his attention, and now Victor's watching him with a fixed and exasperated smile, resting his elbow on the arm around his own stomach, tapping at his cheek with one gloved finger, until it becomes too much.
Suddenly swooping in, hearing Yuri's surprised gasp like he'd forgotten Victor was even there, and Victor would honestly be surprised if that weren't the case. "Yuri, were you unable to take a nap?"
He looks terrible. Face drawn and pale, deep bruised circles under his eyes. Even his jacket looks like it isn't fitting right, and the hands around the water bottle he was trying and failing to open are trembling, and Victor doesn't know if he should hug him or shake him in exasperation.
His negation is such an obvious lie that Victor just rolls straight past it, not even deigning to acknowledge its existence. "I forbid you from doing jumps in the six-minute warm-up." The last thing Yuri needs while in this fragile state is to flub a jump and lose all confidence, and he looks so tired Victor's not even sure he'll be able to stand up under his own power, let alone practice jumps that he normally has no trouble with. "That's an order from your coach, Yuri."
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:14 am (UTC)He'd barely spoken at all on the way over here. Hadn't seemed to be listening. Didn't respond when people called his name, or tried to get his attention, and now Victor's watching him with a fixed and exasperated smile, resting his elbow on the arm around his own stomach, tapping at his cheek with one gloved finger, until it becomes too much.
Suddenly swooping in, hearing Yuri's surprised gasp like he'd forgotten Victor was even there, and Victor would honestly be surprised if that weren't the case. "Yuri, were you unable to take a nap?"
He looks terrible. Face drawn and pale, deep bruised circles under his eyes. Even his jacket looks like it isn't fitting right, and the hands around the water bottle he was trying and failing to open are trembling, and Victor doesn't know if he should hug him or shake him in exasperation.
His negation is such an obvious lie that Victor just rolls straight past it, not even deigning to acknowledge its existence. "I forbid you from doing jumps in the six-minute warm-up." The last thing Yuri needs while in this fragile state is to flub a jump and lose all confidence, and he looks so tired Victor's not even sure he'll be able to stand up under his own power, let alone practice jumps that he normally has no trouble with. "That's an order from your coach, Yuri."