He had woken up and felt older. He had…memories. Everything felt a bit off. And that’s when Victor, like the figure skating darling that he was, took to social media to learn more. People were different. Coming here from all different times and aging, just like he had. That’s when he had spotted the foul thing. A gray hair, craftily hidden amongst his silver strands that he painfully took care of them. He had been mortified until he pulled it out, then he was terrified. He thought he had pulled another strand of hair out with it, staring into the sink in object terror when he had reached out to Yuri. Yuri, his wonderful husband. Who was probably going to hate him, especially if Yuri was still 24. His poor Yuri put up with so much.
And that’s when he stood up a bit too fast. He'd knelt down and sat on the toilet, then stood up quickly when he heard back from Yuri. As he stood, his knee creaked and nearly gave out, which was how Yuri found him. “Oh, Yuri,” he breathed, arms wrapping tightly around his husband as he held him close. He reached up and straightened Yuri's glasses, smiling softly as he did. “Yuri,” he repeated again, leaning against his weight a bit heavily. “It's okay, my husband. I promise. I just stood up a bit fast. Knee feels a bit stubborn right now. Maybe a good ice bath will help it.” It was his left knee, the one used primarily for landing jumps. He massaged it lightly, blushing nicely as he met Yuri's gaze. “I woke up with gray hair and my knee hurts. And I think my back hurts, too. And my pride. Oh, love…you're still as gorgeous as ever.” He didn't really give Yuri a chance to respond as he leaned in to kiss Yuri happily.