[Otabek knows the feeling. Watching Yuri compete had been enthralling. He hadn't been able to look away the entire time. Losing had felt less like losing when it had been to someone that truly deserved it and that he admired.]
Good.
[He meets Yuri's eyes and then with a soft huff, nudges him forward.]
no subject
Good.
[He meets Yuri's eyes and then with a soft huff, nudges him forward.]
I'm starving.