Yuri woke up in the hospital. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. A nearly inaudible snore caught his attention. He looked over to see Otabek curled up in a chair and half draped over the side of his bed. Yuri placed a hand on his shoulder, "Beka?"

"Mm-m?" Otabek blinked sleepily.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"You smashed your head against a wall and got concussion"

"What? It couldn't have been so bad that I needed to go to the hospital!"

"You said I 'didn't speak Russian good'"

"Oh my god. Why the hell would I say that?"

Otabek stared blankly at him, "Probably the accent. Also you were concussed."

"That was rhetorical, dumbass" Yuri cracked a smile. His hand lingered on Otabek's shoulder, "you stayed with me all night?"

"Yeah, well it was already late by the time we got you checked out and the doctors suggested that you stay. Lilia didn't want you here by yourself, but she had to go teach ballet to five year olds with no attention span in four hours so I offered to stay"

"Thanks Beka" he looked out the window over the street. The building across from the hospital was barely visible through the early morning fog, "when am I getting discharged?"

"Lilia said she'd be here in an hour or two"

"Ugh, that's so long!"

"We could watch a movie or something"

"Sounds good to me! What is there?" The chair scraped loudly across the floor as Otabek pushed it back to stand up. He groaned and arched his back so that it cracked. Yuri shook his head, regretting the action when his concussion made itself known, "You can undo a massage faster than Victor can disappear from the skating world without any warning to go coach some random Japanese asshole"

"That was oddly specific. I-" Otabek paused for a moment and looked back at him. Yuri couldn't read his expression. Confused, concerned, was he upset? Otabek ran a hand through his hair, "you remember that?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What else do you remember from that night?"

"Not much. Just falling asleep and then waking up here"

"Oh"

"Did something else happen?"

"No, no. I just..." he trailed off.

"Just what?" Yuri frowned at him. What was up with him? Otabek cleared his throat, squatted in front of the cabinet the television was resting on and started rambling off a list of movie names. There wasn't anything good. They decided on an old western. It was an American film so russian subtitles were unlikely, but they both understood English well enough that it wasn't a problem and it was sure as hell better than a cheesy romcom. Otabek settled in his chair as the movie began and Yuri tutted, "what are you, crazy? You've done enough to your poor back, come lay down!" He scooted over and lifted the covers, offering a spot to Otabek. "The bed's a little small"

"Don't be ridiculous, we've shared a couch before"

"If you insist" Otabek flopped beside him, folding his arms behind his head.

Yuri found himself inhaling a little too deeply. Seriously, he was going to get high off of Otabek's cologne. Vanilla, orange, was that some kind of wood, amber maybe? He wasn't too sure, but what he did know was that he'd allowed Otabek to conveniently forget his hoodie when he went back to Kazakhstan more than a few times. He first noticed the scent when they became friends in Barcelona and immediately recognized it at the banquet. If he was being honest it really helped get him in the zone for the second half of Welcome to the Madness. And it may have gotten him off once or twice. Not a big deal, the smell was just so damn alluring. It was the cologne. Yeah, he associated it with Otabek, but that couldn't be the reason that he had completely checked out from reality. It was driving him a little crazy actually.

"What cologne is that?" Wait, did he really just as him that? Otabek's eyebrows raised a little, "what?" Well, shit. Gotta stick with it now. He huffed, "I said, you're cologne. It smells nice"

"You really do have a concussion, don't you."

"No shit, you took me to the hospital." Thank god he could pass it off as a concussion thing, "what cologne is it?"

"Um, I don't know. My sister gets me the same one for my birthday every year, has since I was fifteen. But she always takes the label off. She says that when she dies, the cologne dies with her."

"You're 11 year old sister?"

Otabek laughed, "No, my older sister"

"I didn't know you had more than one sibling"

"Yeah, I've got three sisters."

"Wow. You learn something new everyday."

"I guess you do."

"I hope I can meet your family someday" Yuri smiled at him. Otabek's face was a little redder than usual. He could push it a bit, since he had an excuse to hide behind, "there's so much I don't know about you!"

"You know me a lot better than most, Yura"

"But I want to know eeeeverything" he drew out the last word a little longer than necessary, making sure he sounded delirious. Otabek cleared his throat, pushing his hair back, "how about the movie?"

"Was that a subject change?"

"Yes."

"Noooo, Beka. I want to talk about you" damn, he was really stretching it. He giggled, "let's play a game!"

"Fine."

"Never have I ever... gotten drunk" Otabek put one of his five fingers down. Yuri stared at him, "really?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, you're turn!"

"Never have I ever snuck into a club even though I was well under the age limit"

"Come on, that's not fair!"

"All is fair in love and war"

"Alright, never have I ever smoked a cigarette"

Otabek sighed, "you're revealing my worst qualities here, Yura."

"You're an athlete, do you know how bad that is for you?"

"Everyone is Kazakhstan smokes, I'm probably one of the lightest in the whole damn country. I only smoke when I'm stressed."

"Wow"

"I could use one right now actually." He sighed under his breath, "Never have I ever punched Jean"

"Who, JJ?"

"Yeah"

"You're getting really specific here, Beka. Never have I ever had a girlfriend." Otabek put a finger down and Yuri felt his heart speed up. No. Shit, really? Does he have one now that he just never mentioned? His stomach muscles tightened. Otabek interrupted his thoughts, "never have I ever lived in Moscow"

"Not fair. Never have I ever had sex!"

Otabek sighed, "Yuri, I really don't-"

"I'm just trying to ask questions that wouldn't come up in normal conversation!"

His dark-haired counterpart looked away as he put down another finger. Yuri's heart fluttered.

"Never have I ever gotten a concussion"

"Damn you. never have I ever broken a bone."

"There you go, you win. Happy?"

"Yeah, actually"

Otabek chuckled softly, "I'm glad"

"But-"

"Oh god"

"Hey, come on! I'm sensing a story here" Yuri smiled as Otabek blew out a steady stream of air, cheeks puffed up.

"Alright..." he leaned his head back, studying the ceiling, "the first time was when I was six"

"The first time?"

"Shut up. I broke my wrist figure skating. Pretty standard, not much to tell about that."

"And the second time?" Otabek stared at the ceiling for a long moment, "Come on, it can't be that bad."

"I jumped off of a thirty foot tree feet first into a lake that I had no idea the depth of."

"Why the FUCK would you do that?!"

"It was a dare."

"Okay, hang on. When did this happen?"

"A couple of years ago"

Yuri furrowed his brows, staring at him, "you're an idiot."

"Thanks, because I didn't know that already"

"So this was when you were training in Canada?"

"Yes"

"At the same rink as-"

"Yes."

"You need better friends."

"Well I've got you know, don't I?" Otabek gave him a cautious smile.

Yuri snorted, "Yeah, not for long if you're still doing stupid shit like that!"

Otabek laughed. Yuri shouldered him, "you think I'm kidding?"

At that moment Lilia opened the door, "come on we're taking you home."