Yuri was seated on the bed again, blond hair hanging over his shoulders and partially in his face as he taps away at his phone with one hand, scrolling through the SNS.

"How horrible that would have been. I would have known to leave the rink earlier and never seen your stupid face."

He was doing his best to look like he doesn't care. He doesn't care that JJ was here or that he was kicking him out. Why should he care?