It doesn't make sense. Yuri was just a mess, sobbing in the garage, but now he's ... smiling? Why is he smiling?
Out there, in the middle of the rink, slipping into Yuri on Ice like he'd never even skipped a beat, and if Victor hadn't just seen him break down, if Victor hadn't just heard him yell all his fears into the echoing shadows and a fleet of innocent cars, he would never have guessed that Yuri had even second's worth of self-doubt.
Which is ... good? Right? All he's wanted all day was for Yuri to relax, and now he is. Out there, moving like water, opening steps into the first jump combination –– quad toe loop, double toe loop –– which he nails. Makes it look easy. Makes it look beautiful. Whatever happened down there, whatever Yuri needed to say and said, or needed to hear, or didn't, it seems to have snapped the tension that's been stringing through him all day. If anything, he looks more relaxed now, in these steps between his jumps, than Victor's ever seen him.
Taking off for the quad Salchow, that's he hit right on the money yesterday: gorgeous, again, and Victor's arms shoot into the air in triumph. Making it look easy. Making it look like breathing. Making it look like everything Victor always knew he could, as Yuri's soul shines bright across the ice, brilliant as a spotlight, candle-warm. "Perfect, Yuri!"
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Out there, in the middle of the rink, slipping into Yuri on Ice like he'd never even skipped a beat, and if Victor hadn't just seen him break down, if Victor hadn't just heard him yell all his fears into the echoing shadows and a fleet of innocent cars, he would never have guessed that Yuri had even second's worth of self-doubt.
Which is ... good? Right? All he's wanted all day was for Yuri to relax, and now he is. Out there, moving like water, opening steps into the first jump combination –– quad toe loop, double toe loop –– which he nails. Makes it look easy. Makes it look beautiful. Whatever happened down there, whatever Yuri needed to say and said, or needed to hear, or didn't, it seems to have snapped the tension that's been stringing through him all day. If anything, he looks more relaxed now, in these steps between his jumps, than Victor's ever seen him.
Taking off for the quad Salchow, that's he hit right on the money yesterday: gorgeous, again, and Victor's arms shoot into the air in triumph. Making it look easy. Making it look like breathing. Making it look like everything Victor always knew he could, as Yuri's soul shines bright across the ice, brilliant as a spotlight, candle-warm. "Perfect, Yuri!"