Going to a rink while still unable to actually skate was a special kind of machoism really. Helping Jack with gym training for a hockey team even more so. But the hockey crew was nice and it gave Otabek something to focus on and it worked it it's own way. He wasn't there for that though, had instead hit up the gym for his own workout - and he needed to figure out a physical therapist soon - and had found himself walking over to the rink.
He hadn't really expected to see Yuri there though. And even though it was clearly just a warm up, working through components and not a routine really, it was easy to get lost in. Yuri was magic on the ice. Otabek had always thought so. Even before Barcelona, before they'd inserted themselves into each other's lives, Otabek had watched. Clips of routines as Yuri finished in Juniors and then the broadcasts of qualifiers from there.
He moved down to the ice level, dropped his gym bag at his feet and leaned against the boards as Yuri glided along the ice. Until he fell. Otabek flinched at the sound and he exhaled as Yuri got up. Because that was always the decider on how bad a fall was. Could you get up. Though the sight of blood had his nose wrinkling up.
"Yuri!" he called across the ice and dug in his bag for a clean towel which he held up.