Yuri does push at him now, but it only makes Victor laugh, doesn't coat him with ice and then shatter him with a hammer blow like it would have only seconds ago. The panic that's been missing has camped out there, too: his eyes have gone wide and the color on his cheeks has mottled as the flush there fights with the blood trying to make a break for it. "Okay."

Laughed, because he's not sure he could stop laughing tonight, as he steps back, hands raised innocently and tosses Yuri a wink. "Go get changed, I'll be outside."

Outside. Outside. Outside will be good, because even though outside has people, it has something far better than anything this locker room could offer: the hotel, only a few blocks away, and the room there with the door that locks. A thought that distracts him for a second, the ghosts of long-past champagne bubbles popping in his head, before he's reaching for Yuri's shoulder to guide him past Victor and towards the actual lockers and his street clothes, as the door opens, and Leo de Iglesia looks in, with Guang-hong peering under his arm, only for both of them to turn pink at the sight of Victor waving at them cheerily.

"Oh, sorry."

Lifting both his hands in a mea culpa. "I must have accidentally blocked the door. Do you mind?"

Grabbing the edge of the door and opening it wider, which unbalances Leo and Guang-hong both, as they trip their way in, making Phichit, just now rounding the corner with his gold medal gleaming, laugh and wave an idle hand to Victor as he passes by. Leaving the scene of the crime, as if he were just another innocent bystander, and not the mad perpetrator.

It helps that they can't see the way his gloved fingers touch his lips, bangs shading his eyes, before he strides back into the thick of the press, hands up like a hostage, smiling bright.

"Okay. Time's up!"