It startles him out of his frustration, that yell –– has Yuri ever shouted at him before? Never like this, right? –– and leaves him blinking and surprised. Is that all?
Is that so much to ask?
Hasn't he been clear, this whole time, eight months (and two years), that he was here because he knew Yuri could win? Isn't that why he built Yuri on Ice with him from scratch, to take advantage of everything he can do that he'd never thought was possible?
Is that really the only thing Yuri needs from him right now?
Above them, the crowd's applause changes tone and depth and lasts too long to congratulate a landed jump or an excellent spin: Leo is done, and they have to go, there's no more time. He needs more time. This whole day has been spent trying to show Yuri that Victor has nothing but faith in him, but he's failed at it, spectacularly, and even if he knows what to do now, there's no time.
Is there? "That's easy."
Time enough to try a smile, anyway, and to lift a hand to run the pad of his thumb under one of Yuri's eyes and wipe away the tears shining there, and time enough to step in to give him a quick hug, arms slipping around his neck and Victor's cheek against his hair. "I've always believed you could win, and I always will, because you can. I know you can be great."
Maybe Yuri doesn't need him to say it. Maybe he doesn't need or want the hug. Maybe he wants Victor to leave him the hell alone, and offer silent support, the sort Yakov excelled at, but that's not Victor. He'd tried that today, and it had only exploded in his face. "I said we're going to the Grand Prix Final, didn't I? Why would I want to go anywhere else?"
But the applause overhead is dying away, and that means their time is up, so he lets go and steps back, but keeps one hand on Yuri's shoulder to turn him towards the door. "But for now, you have a free skate to finish."
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Date: 2017-04-09 02:21 pm (UTC)Is that so much to ask?
Hasn't he been clear, this whole time, eight months (and two years), that he was here because he knew Yuri could win? Isn't that why he built Yuri on Ice with him from scratch, to take advantage of everything he can do that he'd never thought was possible?
Is that really the only thing Yuri needs from him right now?
Above them, the crowd's applause changes tone and depth and lasts too long to congratulate a landed jump or an excellent spin: Leo is done, and they have to go, there's no more time. He needs more time. This whole day has been spent trying to show Yuri that Victor has nothing but faith in him, but he's failed at it, spectacularly, and even if he knows what to do now, there's no time.
Is there? "That's easy."
Time enough to try a smile, anyway, and to lift a hand to run the pad of his thumb under one of Yuri's eyes and wipe away the tears shining there, and time enough to step in to give him a quick hug, arms slipping around his neck and Victor's cheek against his hair. "I've always believed you could win, and I always will, because you can. I know you can be great."
Maybe Yuri doesn't need him to say it. Maybe he doesn't need or want the hug. Maybe he wants Victor to leave him the hell alone, and offer silent support, the sort Yakov excelled at, but that's not Victor. He'd tried that today, and it had only exploded in his face. "I said we're going to the Grand Prix Final, didn't I? Why would I want to go anywhere else?"
But the applause overhead is dying away, and that means their time is up, so he lets go and steps back, but keeps one hand on Yuri's shoulder to turn him towards the door. "But for now, you have a free skate to finish."