"I'll make you wish you had, when I destroy you on the ice. You'll finally break that stoicism to weep!" He's grinning, clearly not serious. He wanted Otabek to do well, of course. If someone was going to win gold he'd rather it be someone he liked.

Even if he'd resent them forever.

"Yeah, well, I don't intend on getting taller. So I'll just perfect everything, and you all can be tall and gangly without knowing where to put your limbs."