Yuri turns at the tug, walking towards the hotel. He was silent on the walk up to the room, silent in the elevator. The elevator music made him close his eyes and just listen. He wasn't having to sneak around like a dirt secret. That was a nice feeling at least.

Though, for some reason, he still felt like a dirty secret.

He leads the way onto his floor, moving through the hall. His strides were long and with purpose, no sign of any past injury.

Yuri unlocks the door and steps inside, dropping his bag and coat to the floor. Off came the sweater next. He was just wearing a tanktop underneath so all of that color was revealed. He undoes his jeans next, just wanting to get the thicker layers off and he tosses them across the room before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

There were scars that could be seen. Where the bone had broken skin road rash scars that hadn't faded. He pushes his hair behind his ear, pulling one leg up to tuck under the other.

"So. Besides being a sack of failure, what else have you done."