More than a few heads turn, as Yuri gets up to switch off the televisions mid-way through Guang-hong's performance, and more than a few of those then turn towards him, but he couldn't care less about anyone in the room right now, annoyed or worried or not. Not when Yuri seems to be spiraling directly into a fullblown panic attack.
Hunched in a chair, holding his head in his hands and staring at his jiggling knee, unable to stop his foot from bouncing, or maybe not even aware that it is, and he knew Yuri got anxious, knew that he choked during his last Grand Prix run and fell into a gloom he couldn't escape, binge-eating and depressed, feeling like he was fighting alone. But all that's changed, hasn't it? He has his family, Minako, Victor. Even Yurio and the other skaters: everyone wants to see Yuri do well this year, finally meet his potential and show them all what he can really do. It isn't two years ago, and he isn't going to crash and burn.
Well, not if Victor can help it, anyway.
Pushing himself out of his train of thought and dropping his finger from where it had been tapping his mouth, to head over to Yuri and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yuri, don't sit down. I want you to go stretch out so you don't get cold and stiffen up."
Looking around before he spots Yuri's mat, rolled up near the rest of his equipment, and giving Yuri's shoulder a gentle push towards it. "There's some space over there –– "
Away from the televisions, where he can listen to his music and focus on stretching. "–– Go use it. You need to loosen up and stay warm."
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Date: 2017-04-08 06:48 pm (UTC)Hunched in a chair, holding his head in his hands and staring at his jiggling knee, unable to stop his foot from bouncing, or maybe not even aware that it is, and he knew Yuri got anxious, knew that he choked during his last Grand Prix run and fell into a gloom he couldn't escape, binge-eating and depressed, feeling like he was fighting alone. But all that's changed, hasn't it? He has his family, Minako, Victor. Even Yurio and the other skaters: everyone wants to see Yuri do well this year, finally meet his potential and show them all what he can really do. It isn't two years ago, and he isn't going to crash and burn.
Well, not if Victor can help it, anyway.
Pushing himself out of his train of thought and dropping his finger from where it had been tapping his mouth, to head over to Yuri and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yuri, don't sit down. I want you to go stretch out so you don't get cold and stiffen up."
Looking around before he spots Yuri's mat, rolled up near the rest of his equipment, and giving Yuri's shoulder a gentle push towards it. "There's some space over there –– "
Away from the televisions, where he can listen to his music and focus on stretching. "–– Go use it. You need to loosen up and stay warm."