"I agree," Viktor said. "Your short program could've been better-"

Yuuri cut him off.

"I placed dead last," he said, blinking the tears from his eyes. "Tell me one good thing about placing last."

Viktor said nothing, pursing his lips together.

"I thought so," Yuuri said, turning away.

"Well tomorrow during your free skate..." Viktor tried. "... at least the ice will be fresh?"

Yuuri spun around.

"What?"

"I'm serious!" Viktor cried. "The ice is always shredded by the time I get on! It's like skating after a hockey match-"

Yuuri was overcome with a bout of hysterical laughter.

"You're terrible."