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So this one has a lot more angst than the previous chapters. RandomFan said that they wanted to see Yuri upset and being comforted by Yuuri and Victor. I hope this is sufficient! Also, I'm still working on the other part of your request. I'll try to get it written soon. As per usual, Yuri P. is Yuri and Yuuri K. is Yuuri.

Enjoy!

Yuri is skulking around the apartment when his grandfather calls. He eagerly answers the phone, sure that his grandpa is calling to confirm the details of his upcoming competition. It's not a big deal, really, just a silly little local competition that Victor had insisted on competing in since he was coming back from his retirement. He'd signed Yuri up for it as well, insisting that they could use, in his words, "some family bonding time."

Yuri had disagreed, vehemently, calling the entire thing a giant waste of time; that is, until he'd realized that doing a local competition meant that his grandpa could come and watch. Then he'd grudgingly decided to go along with it. Secretly, however, he was excited to do the competition. Sure, the people he would be competing against would be a joke, and was time that we be better spent practicing, but his grandfather was coming to watch him skate—nothing was more important than that.

Upon answering the phone, his excitement quickly dissipates. "I'm so sorry, Yurochka, but I won't be able to make it to your competition after all." Yuri's hearing goes a bit fuzzy after hearing that, but he still manages to catch the gist of the situation—broken down car, sick neighbors, and expensive plane tickets. He somehow manages to keep his voice steady for the duration of the conversation, despite the lump that quickly forms in his throat.

With a final, "Love you too, grandpa," the short conversation blessedly ends and Yuri waits until he hears his grandfather hang up before ending the call and throwing his phone at the wall. He curls into a ball on his side, pulling a pillow to his face.

When Yuuri and Victor arrive home to a quiet and empty living room, they're immediately suspicious. After practice, Yuri usually likes to lounge around in the living room, playing video games or watching TV. And usually when they got home, Yuri would immediately be pestering them about dinner or complaining about how unfair Yakov was during practice today. Yuuri strains his hearing: there's no sound coming from Yuri's room, either, so he's not talking to Otabek. The silence is unnerving.

With a worried frown on his face, Yuuri knocks on Yuri's door. "Yuri? Is everything alright?" he asks tentatively, Victor trailing on his heels.

"Go away!" shouts Yuri, his voice hoarse.

Now that they're closer to his room, Yuuri can hear muffled sobs. His heart sinks. "Yuri, I'm coming in," he calls out, pushing open the door. The sight he sees upon entering the room is enough to break his heart: Yuri is sitting on the bed, clutching a pillow to his chest, and his eyes red and glistening with tears.

Yuuri is instantly on the move, walking over to the bed and pulling Yuri into a comforting hug. For once, Yuri doesn't protest, instead simply allowing the embrace. He buries his face in Yuuri's shirt, right over his heart, trying to stifle his sobs. "It's alright, Yuri," he murmurs, trying to console the upset teenager. Beside him, Victor has taken a seat on the bed and is rubbing Yuri's back in soothing circles.

Glancing around the room as he continues to whisper soothing words and stroke Yuri's long blonde hair, Yuuri tries to piece together the cause of the teenager's distress. He spots Yuri's phone on the floor by the wall, probably thrown there. The phone, plus Yuri's unusually emotional reaction, means that it must be—

"Grandpa's not going to be able to make it to the competition," Yuri chokes out, his voice rough. His sobs are beginning to slow down a bit, and he pulls away a bit to rub at his eyes.

That explains the meltdown, Yuuri thinks to himself. Poor Yuri. He tries desperately to think of a way to cheer up the inconsolable teenager.

"I know that it's a stupid reason to cry, but I haven't seen him in ages and—" He cuts himself off, lapsing into sobs again. "I just really wanted to see him," he says in a tiny voice.

"Shh, shh, it's alright," Yuuri soothes. He waits until Yuri's sobs have begun to taper off again, replaced by hiccups and sniffles, before he speaks again. "You know, I've always wanted to visit Moscow." At Yuri's bewildered expression, he elaborates. "I mean, for fun, not for a competition."

At this, Yuri pulls away a little, still looking confused, but a little hopeful. "That's a great idea!" Victor chimes in. "I could take you to see the Kremlin, Saint Basil's Cathedral, the Bolshoi Theatre—"

"And Yuri could go visit his grandfather!" Yuuri finishes for him. "What do you think, Yuri?"

Yuri doesn't respond for a minute, and Yuuri immediately begins to worry. But then the teenager's face splits into a wide grin, and he practically tackles Yuuri in a hug. "Thank you," he mumbles, his eyes filling with tears again. But this time, they're happy tears.

"It's no big deal," Yuuri says, before moving to get to his feet. "I think we can go the weekend after the little local competition that you and Victor are competing in. Victor, why don't you start making the arrangements, and then once we have some semblance of an itinerary, Yuri can give his grandfather a call." Victor nods eagerly, pulling out his phone.

Yuuri then turns to Yuri. "I bought the ingredients for katsudon piroshky yesterday, but I've never made them before. Do you mind showing me how?" Yuri nods, wiping his face off on his sleeve and releasing the pillow he was hugging to his chest before getting to his feet and heading for the kitchen.

Before Yuri can get very far, Victor calls after him. "Yurio! You don't need to worry about the competition, because Yuuri and I will be there to cheer you on!"

Yuuri tenses—they just got Yuri to calm down, and of course Victor has to go and ruin it. But to his surprise, Yuri just scoffs. "That's exactly what I'm worried about, geezer!"

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