A/N: ...i am going to try to keep this story really easy to read (grammar issues updated as much as i can) and also i have a couple of chapters ready to go but just need sifting through.
Also the author notes are personal notes to readers and a bit for me so no editing in here ! ! yEeeE~!

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Ch2

He talked about doing an ice bath and maybe swimming tomorrow or possibly some hard sprints and recovery later in the day. Or maybe easy cross-training like ice skating. Viktor just kept on talking about the schedule that was ahead and how this affected it.

He paused after a moment then continued the sudden silence. I lifted my head to look at him.

He chose his words carefully saying Hey...let's work together to off-set this...stressful event. He said more after that but I stopped listening after that.

We walked two miles to our apartment.

Some time passed and I was stopped with a hand being waved in front of my face.

"Yuuri where did you go?" Viktor called me, a trace of worry in his voice.

"Huh?" I snapped back into focus.

We were both standing in front of the apartment. I knew some time had passed but fourty minutes already? Fast.

"Yuuri I'm not angry I'm just…saddened at this?"

Woah...what? I wasn't paying attention half the time and now this?

"Is that the word?" He asked himself but instead shook his head, "No mind."

He put his hands on his hips and sighed, leaning away from me.

"Yea I know what I did and I'm sorry." I breathed in, "This isn't the first time...I'm sorry."

I bit my bottom lip then shifted my weight.

He raised his eyebrows.

If this conversation kept going...I might have to tell him about how it really happened.

Just.

I breathed in. Viktor looked me straight in the eye.

He tried to take the edge off, "Come on! Even the pros need some break days."

"Viktor we are the pros." I stated bluntly.

"Well." He said, "That's true...so if its the truth that we are the pros that must mean it is double true!"

He laughed to himself and I couldn't help but easing into his personality and smiling because of this man. Here I was worrying, more well-rested than him and here he was trying to make it better though he looked so, so tired. He was so funny and caring that sometimes it hurt.

"Hey..." Viktor was pondering, "What is planned for today?"

"Fruit or. Uh. Pork...bowl?"

I began thinking oh- on the calendar, I was thinking instead about meals I'd rather avoid.

"Oh well...I'll do what you want to do." I said.

He easily supplied, "We could shop. Too far away to still get the new competition uniform...We could lounge around the house. We could go visit Yurio's hotel since he will be here late today for some training regiments from me since he has plateauing for a week. He's going to come here after that..."

He trailed off and paled.

"Oh." I noted.

"Oh! Crap...Merde...shit..." He mumbled, "I wasn't suppose to tell you that…he was."

He clapped his hands together, "Well. The house's fridge does need to be filled a bit...seems a bit more empty than last night...and since you mentioned fruit and pork bowls. We can go shopping!"

Viktor started walking, my cheeks slightly pink.

He didn't notice.

I followed.

He continued, "We could also grab lunch later at this little shoppe/restaurant combo I've wanted to try for a while."

"Yea...that sounds good." I lied.

My hands were in my pockets...it was a breezy summer day.

"You have been quiet. A bit more. You know. I am not that mad, I know you will do well in the future." He pressed.

"I'm fine. I am just…."

So sick of myself. Done with myself. Fed up. In the real and metaphorical sense.

Tired of myself but in a different way.

I didn't want to bother...Viktor…about my shit. I didn't want to burden him more, he already held so much.

He sighed, "...What's up Yuuri?"

"I'm fine."

"Okay well...I trust you will come to me if something's wrong. Vice versa."

I looked away, "Yea. I will."

One more lie couldn't hurt.