[ Yuuri's face brightened a little, letting Adachi readjust their hands as they slowly circled the other side of the rink. It feels like it's been a while since he'd done this sort of thing too, but he knows it's because he's been too wrapped up in his own dilemma to do much of anything else expect spiral down into a familiar black hole. But this is nice... even if he should probably be thinking about everything Adachi had told him before instead of the comforting feel of the ice under him. ]
He's a good teacher, isn't he? [ Maybe it's a bit of bias considering, but he will always think he's the best. After everything he's learned from him, there's no doubt in his mind about that. ] He's taught me a lot as my coach... But ah... [ There's a visible flinch at the mention of breaking an ankle. It's not as if he hasn't had his own injuries because of this sport, but breaking something was almost a guarantee in ruining a career. At least Adachi hadn't stayed away after it had gotten better.
He lets his gaze drift a bit, watching Adachi's feet before looking up at him. ]
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He's a good teacher, isn't he? [ Maybe it's a bit of bias considering, but he will always think he's the best. After everything he's learned from him, there's no doubt in his mind about that. ] He's taught me a lot as my coach... But ah... [ There's a visible flinch at the mention of breaking an ankle. It's not as if he hasn't had his own injuries because of this sport, but breaking something was almost a guarantee in ruining a career. At least Adachi hadn't stayed away after it had gotten better.
He lets his gaze drift a bit, watching Adachi's feet before looking up at him. ]
What kind of jump was it?