Otabek was there to train, despite any feelings that he had. Any feelings that seemed to hang around him when he spent time with Yuri weren't going to simply go away, but he could ignore them. Or at least try. He had to in order to focus on his career. They were friends, but they were also competitors.
He arrived to the rink when Yuri was stretching, he seemed to be getting ready to take to the rink for practice. He moved towards one of the benches near the ice so that he could stretch before putting on his skates and taking to the ice.
He made sure his entrance was quiet, as he didn't want to disrupt Yuri, since he seemed to be concentrating on what he was doing.
Sure, the conversation they had by text worried him a little. The way Yuri had talked worried him a little. But, well, he wouldn't ask about it. Not unless Yuri opted to talk about it. He assumed it wasn't his business.
He watched Yuri stretch, starting to stretch himself a little bit away. He felt a little awkward. More awkward than he anticipated. He'd have to bury it in order to maintain the friendship he had so desperately wanted for so long.
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He arrived to the rink when Yuri was stretching, he seemed to be getting ready to take to the rink for practice. He moved towards one of the benches near the ice so that he could stretch before putting on his skates and taking to the ice.
He made sure his entrance was quiet, as he didn't want to disrupt Yuri, since he seemed to be concentrating on what he was doing.
Sure, the conversation they had by text worried him a little. The way Yuri had talked worried him a little. But, well, he wouldn't ask about it. Not unless Yuri opted to talk about it. He assumed it wasn't his business.
He watched Yuri stretch, starting to stretch himself a little bit away. He felt a little awkward. More awkward than he anticipated. He'd have to bury it in order to maintain the friendship he had so desperately wanted for so long.