And with twice as many reporters as planned. Which was held at a different time than agreed upon. Why was it so hard for people to keep a little distance? Even Viktor couldn't touch him as he pleased, let alone some random strangers.Īnd then there was the press conference.
Yuuri had put in earpieces to block out the noise, but he had to take them out when people came to him for autographs and such. They were again condemned to the canteen, only this time it was a lot more crowded. Viktor could tell how uncomfortable it made Yuuri, so he skated over to the group to serve as a distraction. "Do you train every day?" another wanted to know, touching his arm. "Were you nervous during the finals?" one asked, touching his shoulder. Today, however, the group consisted of a bunch of women who just wouldn't stop touching him. He did this every once in a while, as it was a win-win situation: the town received more tourists and he was able to info dump about his special interest.
Next up was a figure skating introductory course, given by Yuuri himself. The texture of the food was all wrong, but Yuuri ate it without complaining. When they did eat, it was something they'd bought in the canteen by the skating rink. Breakfast had been postponed due to an unexpected visit from the journalists who were supposed to interview them later that day. Today had been a rather Yuuri-unfriendly day. But Viktor was the only one who noticed all the other signs: the subtle rocking back and forth, the way he continuously scratched his upper legs, the tense muscles in his back. On top of that, his answers were getting shorter and shorter, and grammatically incorrect as well. Their irritation crept into their voices as well as Yuuri kept asking them to repeat the questions. The reporters were visibly bothered by the lack of eye contact. The first thing he noticed was how Yuuri's eyes darted everywhere, unfocused. And he knew when he was sensory overloaded. He knew when his partner was excited by something, or stressed, or tired.
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