Yuri ties his hair into a ponytail over one shoulder, just to keep the wind from making a mess of it. It was chilly. He was Russian, this shouldn't bother him but tonight it felt colder than normal. Like it was cutting deeper just to annoy him.

"Oh, you would have asked me to do something you knew I couldn't do? I was a minor, even at 16 I was still a minor and I was the only breadwinner for my family."

Not so much any more. AFter his accident things changed a bit, and Yuri was thankful for it. It was a lot of pressure to deal with for someone his age.

"I wouldn't have gotten hurt if I was running five minutes later or earlier. I wouldn't have gotten hurt if Otabek wanted to take the train that day, I wouldn't have gotten hurt if I insisted. Or I also could have been dead."

He hadn't slowed, still walking at a swift pace. The hotels weren't far. The cold was bitter, but not as bitter as he was, for sure.

But he stops at the attempt at romantic talk. He turns to look at JJ, a loop of gold hair hanging half in his face. His eyes were red rimmed and he looked suddenly very tired.. but not a drop of that bitterness had left.

"So you saw me. Now what? You've always been good at making the decisions."

A few snowflakes were falling and Yuri's breath was a little puff of steam.