It's been a day since the arrival in Russia. It was actually relatively busy; the airport was filled with competitors and people actually coming from the Olympics. He should have known that citizens would go to, and come back when their events are finished.
Laying in bed, Johnny remembered everyone who had passed him a smile. Everyone encountered treated him like family really, almost the same as they did with Plushenko. However he was more of a hero.
Hand in hand with his wife; they really were the perfect couple. He was torn between the two emotions of jealous and happiness. Jealous because he couldn't be like that with Evgeni, and happy because he knew the feeling was mutual between them. But who was he to get between a marriage? He knew it was wrong in so many ways, be he found himself unable to stop.
Of all people to choose, his was arrogant, snobby, spiteful at times and too serious for his own good. On the other hand; he was also elegant, intelligent, and importantly; very kind to him.
He rolled over in his bed and pulled the sheets further up. Closing his eyes; he figured he wouldn't get much sleep with how much he was thinking. Spireful of the fact Evgeni was probably curled up with his wife.
It's whatever…
The morning he woke up to in Russia was cold; feeling a little cranky even though he knew the weather wasn't anyone's fault. It was his mission to not be a dick about it and blow up in someone's face.
He looked up from the snow, hands folded neatly in his lap. Then to his side where a pair of ice-skates lay: The ones he used to compete with at the Olympics. From there, he looked ever to the deeply frozen in shallow pond; Evgeni was bending over and laid gloved hands in the snow. It was a normal flexible stretch being used to keep the muscles loose. He was able to enjoy the view of a thin form, and right as Evgeni made to switch positions to a new stretch; Masha joined him on the bench. Johnny's pair of skates the only thing separating them.
"You really like skating right?"
He looked at her; it was an obvious answer to that question. He almost didn't even reply because of how silly it was.
"I love it. Almost more than anything else in this world."
"I guess I can kind of understand that. I mean… Loving something so much."
He felt himself stiffen and go a little cold, not from the weather though as he would have liked. Swallowing hard; he knew what she was talking about and it was obviously a sensitive subject.
Leaning back, he laid his arms across the back of the bench and look up to the sky. Anywhere but at her and Evgeni.
"It's just… Don't know if you know, but I messed up really bad. But I love him. I just feel like I can't compete with the ice and-…"
She was obviously distracted when Weir began putting on his skates and tying them up viciously.
"Yeah, I forgive you. And ice is ice. It can only be around for so long, and yet… You'll still be there."
Johnny knew this move would forever haunt and hurt him. But he also knew it was something he had to do: forgive her. You just don't go around messing with a married couple. He could totally live with this too, because he knew who Plushenko would run to during any issue.
Smiling, he tightened his skates a last time and joined Evgeni on the ice. They held on to each other in complicated locked maneuvers that forever had him one step ahead. Competition only came when that woman could skate like him.
He wouldn't do a thing, no. He would just stay and be himself. Because if people were automatically drawn to him, then how could it be his fault?
Oh how much he felt like Takashi now…
