Author's Note:
Takes place sometime before the Cup of China.
"There's an emergency," Viktor said, without even a word of greeting.
Yakov forced himself to sit up, blinking the sleep from his eyes.
"What happened?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Yuuri insists we fly economy," Viktor said. "I can't change his mind."
Yakov groaned.
"Does this mean you're coming back?" he asked hopefully.
"Please," Viktor whined. "I haven't flown economy in years."
Yakov sighed. If he hung up now, Viktor would just call again.
"Economy has smaller seats," Yakov said. "It'll be easier to snuggle."
Viktor gasped.
"You're a genius!"
With a shake of his head, Yakov hung up.
