Victor had been gone a week now and Otabek had left for his tour. Victor said it would be two weeks and he would be back. Yuuri went back into his normal routine. He woke before Anfisa and went out for a run. The sun was starting to rise as Yuuri warmed up and stopped to stretch a bit.

"Come on asshole! We can race!" Yuuri heard as he was holding his foot and stretching his quad.

Looking up he saw Yuri coming towards him.

"I didn't know you ran," Yuuri said.

"Da, I try to at least… couple times a week. Get out before the girls wake then I can make them breakfast," Yuri said as he jogged in place.

"Alright, well I am not racing, just jogging," Yuuri said.

"Oh come on old man," Yuri said as he took off, his blonde hair in a braid down his back, "Let's run to the coffee shop and back."

"That's two miles away!" Yuuri called out. He normally just jogged a mile out and back.

"It's good for ya. You are getting soft anyway," Yuri said as they ran.

"I am not," Yuuri growled.

"Keep telling yourself that, pig," Yuri said.

Yuri groaned and continued to push himself all the way to the coffee shop. By the time they got there, Yuuri was worn out but knew they still had to run to back.

"C'mon piggy, I'll buy you a latte," Yuri said as he pushed his way in the coffee shop.

"Ok, can't be long," Yuuri said.

"I know, I have to wake the girls still," Yuri said as he got them two small lattes and walked back outside.

"Want me to drive them to school?" Yuuri asked as he sipped his latte.

"Da, if you want, that would be great. I need to go to the store again. Teenagers," Yuri said as he shook his head, "I swear those two are eating me out of house and home."

Yuuri laughed, "You were the same way."

"Yeah but there are two of them. I swear it is nothing but pink and glitter all over my damn house," Yuri said.

"What? No animal print? Sparkly jackets?" Yuuri laughed.

"Hey, fuck you! I had great taste as a teenager," Yuri said as they threw their cups in a trash can and stretched a quick moment.

"I remember those skinny ripped up jeans and crop tops," Yuuri laughed out.

"Hey! I still have my crop tops," Yuri said.

"You would," Yuuri said.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Yuri asked.

"It means you always had your own style," Yuuri said.

Yuri punched his arm and took off running again. Yuuri chased after him but Yuri kept just a step ahead of him the entire time. By the time they reached their street, Yuuri was exhausted.

"Dammit Yurio... These runs are suppose to be relaxing," Yuuri panted out.

"No one has called me that in forever," Yuri growled as they stopped at his front yard to stretch one last time.

"Really? Well maybe we need to change that?"

"I swear pig, I will murder you while you sleep!" Yuri spit out.

Yuuri couldn't help but laugh. "Ok, I am going to go wake Anfisa. I'll text before we leave and you can send the girls over."

Yuri nodded and Yuuri jogged the few houses down to his house. Turning on the coffee pot, Yuuri knew he already had a latte, but he also knew he needed a lot more coffee.

It always took Yuuri a long shower to wake up and he knew by the time he came out, drying his hair, that Anfisa's alarm will have woken her and she would be waiting with a cup of coffee in the kitchen. This was how their mornings were most the time. Just quiet as Yuuri would make them a something for breakfast.

He got all the girls off to school and headed by the rink to see what was in store for the day. Yakov was getting a lot older, though he was still an amazing and sought after coach, he needed more help these days. The juniors did their morning practice then tutoring in the afternoons.

They had some really promising juniors. Yuuri did not travel with them, he wanted to stay back with Anfisa and Yakov just appreciated all the help he could get out there. Some of his retired skaters would travel with him so Yuuri never had to worry about it.

It was the afternoons that were always the loneliest. Yuuri would run his errands on his way home and he did not have much to do till it was time to get Anfisa. Sometimes she did not go to ballet and they would go out to dinner around town or just sit at home reading or watching movies. His mornings were always filled with things to do. It was after that that Yuuri never knew what to do with himself.

He was surprised when Victor had called him. He never called in the middle of the day.

"Hey Vitya," Yuuri answered into the phone.

"Hey baby, you know how I said we are opening the store in New York?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"So they are opening in a week- I want to be there for it," Victor said.

"Ah, how long do you think you will be?" Yuuri asked.

"Two... three weeks tops," Victor said.

Yuuri sighed heavily into the phone.

"Oh baby, I miss you. Why don't in a couple weeks you and Anfisa come out for a long weekend? I'll get us a grand suite to stay in," Victor said.

"That would actually be great!" Yuuri said.

"We will make plans then, ok?"

Yuuri felt better. Victor was never gone this long, though he usually just came home on the weekends at least. It seemed lately he was gone more and longer each time. This was one of the first times he had offered them to come out and spend time with him. They had talked once Anfisa was done with her upper levels, they would move closer to where Victor needed to be. Yuuri just had to get through another two or so years and he could be with Victor more.

It was good having Yuri and the twins near by. Afternoons that Yuri did not teach yoga, they found themselves drinking wine till the girls walked home. They laughed and called themselves lonely housewives. After a couple glasses of wine it made them giggle.

The girls loved being close and were always at one or the other's house. They found themselves more at Yuri's due to him buying the twins everything they ever wanted.

Yuri had even drug him out shopping some afternoons. They would go out to the mall or specialty shops as it seemed Yuri was always filling the trunk of the car full of bags. Yuuri sometimes found things, and Yuri was trying to talk him into an entire new wardrobe.

"Seriously pig, you dress like an old man," Yuri growled.

"Isn't this something you would have more fun doing with Milla?" Yuuri whined as they went through racks of clothing.

"She keeps spitting out babies… went out with her right after Beka left. A baby and two toddlers," Yuri gave him a smirk, "Damn kids screamed and got into everything. After an hour we got lunch and she went home."

"Ah, so I get to be tortured?" Yuuri said.

"Tortured? This is not torture! You dress like an old man. I mean those pants? What the hell are they? You are the husband of one of the major fashion designers. I'd think your posh ass husband would set you up better," Yuri growled out.

"I happen to like my clothes. I use his athletic clothes," Yuuri mumbled.

"Yeah, your work out clothes are fine… not what I am complaining about. I mean come on pig! You are wearing a damn sweater vest and not even a good one. Go try these on," Yuri said as he pushed some jeans at him.

"These are way too young for me," Yuuri whined out.

"Fucking hell, just try them on."

Yuuri went to the changing room and tried the jeans on. They were not skinny jeans but they were more fitted than he was use too and distressed.

"Yurio… this is not going to work…" Yuuri whined.

"Are they too small? I grabbed your size," Yuri said behind the door.

"No… they fit… it is just… not me," Yuuri said.

"Well come out here and let me see," Yuri said.

Yuuri groaned and stepped out the changing room. He liked to wear khakis and polos or sweaters. Wearing pants that were more fitted, he had not done that in years.

"What the fuck, pig? These look amazing on you!" Yuri yelled out a little too loudly.

"Not so loud."

"Seriously, look at yourself in those," Yuri said.

"They are too young for me," Yuuri said as he looked in the mirror.

"Yuuri! Would you turn and look at your ass in this?" Yuri said.

Groaning Yuuri turned, "Yeah so?"

"Oh my god, Katsudon! Do you not see how nice these fit on you? Don't you think your husband would appreciate something more than a frumpy housewife to come home too?"

Yuuri turned and looked at himself in the mirror. He always worked out, but he had gotten comfortable. He could not remember when the last time he dressed up for his husband.

"Don't you think I am a little old for these?" Yuuri asked.

"You don't look that old," Yuri said as he walked behind him.

Yuri placed his hands on Yuuri's hips from behind him and set his chin on his shoulder as he was taller than him, "Get the jeans. Get a couple pairs, we can do different colors and stop hiding that ass." With a slap on Yuuri's ass, Yuri went back out to the racks of clothing.

Changing back to his pants, Yuuri held onto the jeans and bought two more pairs. Yuri had talked him into a couple shirts to wear.

"You can wear these when you go to New York. Maybe give that old husband of yours a heart attack or some shit," Yuri said.

Yuri happen to fill their car that day with more things. Yuuri was always amazed at how fast he would spend money. He said Otabek made a lot of money and he enjoyed buying things. Yuuri also knew half of the things Yuri bought never went used.

They still had time to kill and as Yuri was speeding through the streets, Yuuri kept reminding him the speed limit.

"Dammit Yurio!" Yuuri screamed out when Yuri went speeding into a parking lot.

"Oh calm down, pig," Yuri spit out as Yuuri was grabbing at the dashboard for support.

"Where are we?" Yuuri asked as he looked at the building, "Oh my god, Yurio… not the sex store!"

Yuuri felt his face blush. When ever him and Victor got toys they ordered them online. Sometimes Victor would surprise him with packages and he always laughed when he opened them. Victor always wanted to go to the stores, but Yuuri would blush and refuse to go with him.

"Oh stop being a prude! My vibrator is not doing the job anymore- With Beka gone so fucking much, I don't want to wait for one to be sent to me," Yuri said as he got out the car.

"Can I just wait in the car?" Yuuri begged.

"I will pull you out the fucking car, I swear," Yuri said.

Yuuri knew he was serious and sighed deeply. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Shaking his head he got out the car and followed Yuri in.

He was not sure what he was expecting, but there were walls full of dildos, vibrators, plugs, massagers. Yuuri just followed Yuri around the store and kept his head down.

"Fuck, Katsudon! Could you possibly blush anymore?" Yuri laughed at him.

"Shut up!" Yuuri growled under his breath.

"Oh come on, why don't you find one similar in size to Victor and this way… makes it easier when they aren't home," Yuri said.

"I don't really…" Yuuri felt his face warm up again.

"Wait!" Yuri yelled all too loudly, "What do you when Victor isn't around?"

"Oh my god, Yurio…" Yuuri whined, "Can you keep your voice down?"

"No seriously? What do you do? Jerk off in the shower or something?"

Yuuri turned his head away, he did not want to admit that that was exactly what he did. With Victor gone or at home.

"Fuck," Yuri breathed out, "Ok, I am buying you some gifts."

"What?"

"Ok… Let's see here," Yuri said as he grabbed Yuuri's wrist and started to pull him to a display of realistic looking dildos, "Which one is most like the old man's?"

"Yurio!" Yuuri whined. He was mortified. He did not even want to look at them.

"Seriously pig, or I am getting you the one that most resembles my Beka," Yuri teased at him.

"Oh my god… you are not doing this to me."

"Then you better look and find the one you want," Yuri continued to tease him.

Groaning, Yuuri looked up from the floor and looked as quick as he could at the lifelike dildos. He was surprised when one was very similar to Victor's and pointed at it. He knew his face was red and he wished he could just melt into the floor.

"No shit? That is very similar to my Beka!" Yuri said- once again all too loudly.

Yuuri groaned as Yuri grabbed two of them and put them in a hand basket he had grabbed when he walked into the store. Yuri then grabbed his wrist and pulled him to a wall of colorful vibrators. Yuuri shook his head and realized he was not getting out of this anytime soon.

"I need one that isn't going to die after a couple months use," Yuri was saying more to himself than to Yuuri, "Here- hold the basket."

Yuuri took the basket as the two dildos just laid in there. He could not believe he was just standing in a sex store holding a basket as Yuri debated which vibrator would be best.

"Ok pig, what is your favorite color?"

"What? Um… blue," Yuuri mumbled.

More items fell into the hand basket and Yuuri watched as a blue and an orange vibrator were added.

"What about prostate massagers?" Yuri asked him.

"We have one," Yuuri mumbled.

"Oh do you now?" Yuri said with a smirk to him, "Let's grab lube. I am running low."

Yuri managed to drag Yuuri all around the store. Yuuri was starting to believe he was doing it on purpose. When he got to talking to the sales lady about different lubes, Yuuri was about ready to drop the basket and leave.

"No… not that lube. It is sticky as fuck. If you haven't shaved your pubes, it is terrible!" Yuri was telling the sale lady.

Yuuri had to walk away as Yuri and the sales woman talked over different lubes. It was just becoming too much for him. He found himself in the different apparel and saw the different lace panties that were made for men. Victor would order him some online. He liked the feel of them and they made them cut to fit men.

Yuuri stopped paying attention to the lube talk and was looking at a few pairs of the panties on display. There was a red satin pair, some blue lace with a bow on it. It made Yuuri think how long it is had been since Victor had bought him any.

"Oh, did we find something interesting?"

Yuuri jumped as Yuri had snuck up on him and whispered in his ear. He knew his face was never going to return to normal color anytime soon.

"N-no… I was… just…" Yuuri stuttered.

"Oh these are nice!" Yuri said as he was looking at the blue lace ones, "Let's get some!"

Yuri started to go through the different panties and Yuuri grabbed the blue lace and red satin. Yuri smirked at him as he found some leopard print and ones with polka dots.

The sales lady had come back over to them, "Would you and your husband like to try anything on?"

Yuri looked at Yuuri and smirked, "Actually yes. My husband here wants to try some of the outfits on."

Yuuri turned with a gasp at Yuri. What the hell was he playing at?

"Do you have any you were looking at?" the sale's lady asked him.

"Oh my god! No! No! We are not trying on outfits!" Yuuri finally said.

Yuri chuckled and wrapped his arm around Yuuri's shoulder while kissing his cheek, "Oh honey, don't be shy. You know I love you all dressed up for me."

Yuuri gasped and looked at Yuri. Yuri was smiling and holding back a laugh. Thrusting the hand basket at Yuri, Yuuri stomped out the store. Once Yuuri got to the car he took a deep breath and leaned against the side of the vehicle. He was going to kill Yuri.

It took a few minutes for Yuri to come out, two bags in hand. He was clearly laughing as he approached the car.

"Why did you leave? It was just getting fun!" Yuri said laughing.

"Yurio… What the hell was that?"

"I was just having some fun! Come on, pig. Let's head back home," Yuri said.

Yuuri fumed the entire way back as Yuri couldn't stop laughing.


The girls were in school and Yuri had nowhere to be. There were a few hours before they would be back and he figured he would settle into some TV and relax a bit. Sure him and Yuuri took turns taking them to school in the mornings, but they would walk home in the afternoons. The twins were headed to soccer try outs and wouldn't be back till later.

Settling into the couch, he was surprised by the doorbell ringing. As he opened the door, a teary eyed Yuuri stood there.

"Yuuri? What's up?" he said as he opened the door allowing him to come in .

"You have wine?" Yuuri sniffled.

"Of course," Yuri said as he went to the kitchen and pulled out the merlot he knew Yuuri favored.

As he went in and handed Yuuri a glass, they both sat on the couch and sipped for a moment.

"Victor called…" Yuuri said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah… he is too busy for us to come out," Yuuri said quietly.

Yuri knew how Yuuri felt. When Otabek first started his touring a few years back, Yuri and the twins would go on long weekends to see him. He was so busy and tired at night. After a few more attempts, it was easier to just talk on the phone.

"Damn, I knew you were looking forward to it," Yuri said.

They had spent quite a bit of time together since he had moved back to Russia. Milla was always so busy with her younger kids and Georgi had taken to coaching at the skating rink. He never would have thought of all the people he would spend his days with, would be Katsuki.

They had both giving up everything to raise their kids. They would never regret nor change it, but at times, it got lonely. The girls were older and did not rely on them as much anymore, and their husbands were always away with work.

"He has never been gone this long," Yuuri said quietly.

Sighing, Yuri set his glass on the coffee table and set Yuuri's down. Pulling Yuuri's arm, he let Yuuri and cry on his shoulder. He knew this feeling all too well. Even though him and Otabek spent more time apart than together the last few years, it never got easy. Yuuri sobbed and was shaking as Yuri rubbed his back. He wanted to tell Yuuri it got easier, he wanted to tell him it would be ok, but he knew the strain it put on him and Otabek.

Sure things were great when Otabek was home. It was always amazing. They would stayed glued to one another and take the girls all over. Otabek still made him laugh and they still held each other close at night when they slept. The problem was, he would be gone for two or three months at a time and only home for a few weeks in between.

"I know… I know," Yuri said as Yuuri continued to cry.

"How do you deal with it?" Yuuri asked as he sat up and grabbed his glass, settling back into the other side of the couch.

"Well when the twins were younger, Beka was around more and his family was right next door. We always stayed busy. As the girls get older… it gets harder," Yuri said as they went back to sipping their wine.

"I thought helping at the rink would help keep me busy, but I still find myself with nothing to do," Yuuri said.

Yuri sighed. He thought teaching yoga a couple times a week would help fill a void. The older the twins got, the longer Otabek seemed to be away. He would be back for a few weeks at a time and it was already great the first few weeks he was back. Yuri would start getting bitter the closer it would get to Otabek leaving again. They would start to argue more and Yuri would pout till Otabek left.

They had a huge fight before Otabek left this time. Otabek offered to adopt another child for Yuri and he got pissed. Otabek always bought him whatever he wanted and allowed him to spend money as fast as possible, but adopting another child was not the answer. Yuri never wanted a large family, he just wanted a family. He had hoped Otabek would be around more. He grew up with his mother always traveling and leaving him behind. He had wanted different for his girls.

He couldn't hate Otabek for working. Otabek loved what he did. Yuri was happy he had made it big and was the success he was. He just hated that he was away. He felt torn and at times not sure how to handle his emotions.

"That is why I do the yoga thing, plus helps keeps me in shape," Yuri said as he got up to refill their glasses, "Maybe you could come do some classes. Just a couple times a week, can help with the afternoon void."

"Yanno, I might take you up on that," Yuuri said.

Yuri found his days went by faster when he hung out with Yuuri. They would normally meet for lunch, do yoga and go by the grocer for dinner the next night. The girls loved how they had dinners at one or the other's house. He had gotten Yuuri to start going to his yoga classes and had even stopped by the rink a few mornings a week.

Yuri had found skating in his older age was nothing like it was when he was younger. He could still speed around the ice at neck breaking speeds, but he could only manage doubles in jumps. He watched as the younger students would leap into triples and some even into quads. It had been over ten years since he was able to land a quad.

Yakov was thrilled to see him and even more happy when he would help with some of the skaters- giving tips and adjusting programs a bit. Yuri had even debating getting into coaching himself once the girl got older. Him and Yuuri were leaning up against the rink wall drinking from water bottles, watching as everyone skated.

"You ever consider coaching?" Yuri asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know. It is a lot of time away and with Anfisa… maybe once she is older. Victor wants to move to France once she heads off to college," Yuuri replied.

"Wow, that's a big move," Yuri said.

"Yeah but then I can be with Victor more this way. Not so much time apart, yanno? Their main office it out there. Chris said something about it being the fashion capital of the world," Yuuri stated with his eyes rolling.

"Damn, we are lucky, you know that, pig? Hot husbands and plenty of money to whatever we want," Yuri said laughing.

It was when those brown eyes met his he saw a sadness behind them. "Are we though?" Yuuri asked before setting his water bottle down and skating across the ice.

Yuri was stunned for a moment. He knew Yuuri missed Victor since he was gone longer this time, but there was something different in that stare just then. He watched as Yuuri skated over to one of the juniors to help with their footwork. Yuri still got entranced watching Yuuri doing footwork. There was something magical in the way he did it. Even if this was not his routine, he still threw himself into it and he became the music. You could see the starry eyed student staring up at him as he finished and talked him into his steps again.

Shaking his head, Yuri went over to talk with Yakov a bit. He was still grumpy as ever, but Yuri seemed to only appreciate that more in his older age. He listen to Yakov talk about his feet and back always hurting and the damn kids that just get worse every year at listening to him. Yuri had to chuckle as the old man rattled on and on.

When his phone rang, he saw it was Otabek and excused himself to grab the call.

"Beka, hi!" Yuri said.

"Hey babe… what's that noise?" Otabek asked.

"Ah, been coming to the rink some mornings with Yuuri to help with the skaters."

"Oh right, you mentioned that. Tell everyone I said hello."

"So what's up?" Yuri asked.

"Nothing, can't I just call to chat?" Otabek asked.

Yuri laughed, Otabek never called to just chat, "Of course you can asshole, you just haven't done that in awhile."

Yuri realized it was insanely early where Otabek was in the US as he called over. They were headed to their next destination and he couldn't sleep. Yuri sat off to the side and chatted with Otabek a bit.

"Yura, I am glad you have Yuuri there to hang out with now," Otabek said as they were wrapping up their call.

"Yeah it helps from being so lonely."

"I know babe… I know. I miss you."

Yuri ended the call on a sad note. He was always sad after talking to Otabek and him not being around. It made him upset and think about what Yuuri had said when he said they were lucky. Sure, Yuri had a nice house, anything he wanted he could buy- but just how lucky was he? He was always without Otabek and he missed that asshole so much it hurt. Though he loved and cherished those moments they got to just chat on the phone, it was never enough for him.

Leaning against the rink wall, he watched as Yuuri laughed and attempted to show one of the kids the footwork again. He spent the rest of the morning watching Yuuri more than he should have before the two set off for lunch.

Maybe the circumstances Yuri was under weren't what these two would consider lucky, but as he thought about it, he did have an amazing husband, two beautiful daughters and a credit card with no limit. That had to stand for something, didn't it?

He found the weekend Victor did return home even more lonely than he had remembered. Anfisa stayed at home with her dads and the twins got bored easily. Yuri took them to the mall and movies. He decided it was a good weekend to show them places around town he use to go to as a kid when he was not skating. It was good to have this time with the girls, but once they got back home, they would race to their rooms and hide away listening to music and playing on their phones.

Victor and Yuuri invited him and the girls out to dinner. Yuri did not know why, but it just seemed weird. It was fun, but he noticed Yuuri was not as relaxed. He would send these hopeful, longing looks at Victor as Victor entertained the table with outrageous stories and jokes. Of course the girls loved it. All three of them hung on every word Victor had said. His girls giggled and at the end of dinner begged to let Anfisa stay over with them.

"Oh I dunno girls, with Victor being home and all," Yuri said.

"No!" Yuuri said and grabbed Victor's hand, giving him a suggestive look, "It is fine. She can come back home after breakfast maybe?"

Victor smiled over to Yuuri and let go of Yuuri's hand to grab his wine glass, "Yes, I'd love to get some sleep. I have been so tired lately and missing my bed."

Yuri watched as Yuuri faced dropped and he nodded.

"Yeah that is fine, Anfisa can stay," Yuri said as he looked at Yuuri.

Yuuri would not meet his stare and it bothered him. Victor was only back for a few days before he headed out back to France. Yuri knew when Otabek was around, they could not keep their hands off one another, it looked the exactly opposite with these two.

When dinner finished, Yuri went back to his house and yelled at the girls to turn their music down. He would never understand it, but his twins had betrayed him by falling in love with JJ's music. It constantly blasted through their walls. Shaking his head, Yuri got out his yoga mat and started to do some stretches. He was feeling restless and uneasy. Normally stretching and going through poses would help.

He had started his cool down when there was a soft tapping at his kitchen door. He knew lately that was the only door Yuuri used when he came over. It wasn't late, not even close to being late. As he opened the door, Yuuri was standing there with a long face.

"What's up? Shouldn't you be with the old man?" Yuri said.

"He… went to bed," Yuuri said.

Oh! "Oh, well come on in. I was just finishing up some yoga," Yuri said.

Yuuri was tense as they settled into the living room. Yuri did not know what to really say or do. Yuuri was running his hands through his hair and was red in the face.

"What's going on?" Yuri asked.

Yuuri shook his head, "Sometimes I don't know if I would rather Victor be home or gone. I miss him at times, but when he is back… he just gets in the way."

Yuri knew there was always a quick adjustment when Otabek was back home, but a day or two and they would find an easy schedule to follow.

"Not that I want to get personal or anything… but have you two at least fucked since he was back?" Yuri asked.

Yuuri laughed, "You are so damn crude at times, Yurio… and no. I can probably count on one hand the last two years how many times we have been together."

"Oh shit," Yuri said as he sat back onto the couch. He knew couples over time drifted apart in the intimacy area of their relationship- but he never though the couple that grossed him out all through his teen years ever would.

"Yeah, I was happy he was back… and when I suggested something, he just said he was tired and wanted to sleep. I even put those damn panties on you bought!" Yuuri whined.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Yuuri said and pulled the waistband down the jeans he was wearing and Yuuri saw the slip of red satin, "I even put these stupid jeans on and this damn shirt. Victor didn't even notice."

"Shit, I'm sorry," Yuri said.

He felt bad for Yuuri as he had talked Yuuri into those clothes- joked how Victor would love it.

"It makes me wonder if he even loves me anymore…" Yuuri whispered.

"Oh fuck, of course he does," Yuri says, "You two are just… meant to be."

"Are we though? I mean, he comes home and spends half his time on his phone or his laptop… he ignores me when I try to kiss him… tonight at dinner was the first I had heard in speak so much the entire weekend."

Yuri sat back and just didn't know what to say. They had talked about what it was like when their husbands were not around and bitched about it, but had never heard much about when Victor was there. He could see the pained expression on Yuuri's face and pulled him to his side. He was not sure why he did it, but he felt as Yuuri's face buried into his chest. Yuuri was not crying, but Yuri knew he was sad.

As he felt Yuuri relax into him, he found his hand rubbing along his back. Otabek would do that for him at times when they sat on the couch. Yuri did not know why, but he felt like Yuuri needed it.

"Thanks Yurio," Yuuri whispered into his chest.

"Sure thing, pig. What are friends for?"