Yuuri saw that frown and he smiled fondly, recognizing it for what it was. Viktor was upset because he couldn’t get the routine perfect and he was being stubborn about it, much like Yuuri himself could be. He refrained from saying anything further, though, not yet. “Scoot down a little. I’ll sit by your head so it can stay in my lap, and that way I can make sure I get everything clean.” When Viktor moved just enough, Yuuri settled in his knees behind him at the top of the bed. He pulled Viktor's head gently into his lap, removing the cloth and wringing the rag with water.
Ever so gently, Yuuri started to clean the wound the best that he could. He ran his fingers slowly through Viktor's hair, as well, trying to set it enough to get the blood out of it. After a few moments of doing this in silence, he added softly, “When you were my coach, you would often comb my hair to calm me down before competitions. It might come as a surprise, but I let my nerves get the better of me more often than not. I'm usually a mess before a competition. I know you don’t remember that, and I…I’m trying to accept it. You said my name at least. That’s a start.” Yuuri spoke softly, his eyes still wet but he wasn’t crying any more. His cheeks were red and tear stained, though.
As he kept cleaning Viktor's hair, Yuuri added quietly, “You know…you do eventually figure out Stammi Vicino, Vitya. I…for my exhibition skate after the final, we skated the duet version together. I wish I had videos or anything to show it you. Chris was there, and my friend Phichit. They both recorded the performance. It was…well, it was amazing, to skate on the same ice, together with you.” He fell silent again, rinsing out the rag to get some fresh water on it as he kept trying to rinse the blood away.