"I don't want sympathy," JJ spat immediately. The thought was insulting to him. He wasn't so unaware that it was his own choices that caused him to end up where he was. The years at least taught him that much.

It wasn't beyond him what had happened to Yuri, and while he knew that he was out for some time, he didn't know how long.

It was a mistake coming back here, he realized. He should have saved it for when they were competing against each other in the Grand Prix.

But the thought of missing what he had witnessed of Yuri here... he didn't want that, either. If the first time he saw Yuri was at the Grand Prix, he would have been distracted. This gave him time.

Tch he made an annoyed noise at himself. He was stepping behind Yuri. He reached up, and placed a hand on his back, where he had seen the tattoo earlier.

"I felt bad for you," he said. Empathy wasn't his strong point, but the feelings he had sitting here that had attached themselves to Yuri forced him to feel bad. He had to keep himself from word-vomiting (this was difficult for JJ).

He had wanted to go see Yuri after the accident, but knew damn well he couldn't. Not with Victor and Yuuri around.

"No need to twirl, though. I saw you do it plenty on the ice," a smirk.