( Viktor seems to understand; or he feels a similar pang, which is true. Chris has been a friend and fellow competitor for the last nine years at least; ten, really, considering when he entered the seniors division. He's always been there, a step behind Viktor, but it was an interesting sort of comfort to know the skill that couldn't be denied standing there with the silver so often.
Which might have sounded egotistical, except that Viktor knew he earned his place, just as Chris earned his place, competing that hard and showing that skill against their fellow skaters. It'd never been a sure thing, not really.
He settles down next to Yuuri, leaning his shoulder against him. If that doesn't seem poorly received, he'll slide his arm around Yuuri's midback, tugging him closer. )
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Which might have sounded egotistical, except that Viktor knew he earned his place, just as Chris earned his place, competing that hard and showing that skill against their fellow skaters. It'd never been a sure thing, not really.
He settles down next to Yuuri, leaning his shoulder against him. If that doesn't seem poorly received, he'll slide his arm around Yuuri's midback, tugging him closer. )
It's tough. Remembering.