There was something to be said for focus - namely that an entire crowd could have filed in during his skate and Yuri wouldn't have noticed anything happening until he pushed himself back to his feet and heard a voice from across the rink, holding his sleeve up to his nose to staunch the bleeding. It wasn't difficult to notice Otabek from a distance considering how many times he'd taken his chances on launching himself at a silhouette to be carried, even though Otabek was now shorter than him. He had half a mind to just turn, ignore him and continue but it did occur to him that this wasn't his rink and staining the ice with blood would probably not be looked upon too kindly.
He skated over to Otabek slowly, frowning slightly as he took the towel and pressed it to his nose. "What're you doing here?" he asked after a short moment of staring at him over the top of the towel which probably wasn't half as dark of a look as he was hoping it would be, especially paired with his voice being slightly thicker from the nosebleed that probably just made it sound as though he'd been crying or something stupid like that.
Why was Otabek here, anyway? As far as Yuri knew, he still couldn't skate. Didn't even have a pair of skates unless he'd bought some here like he had. He'd been doing a good job of avoiding him so far except when Beka had first arrived, but. That maybe wasn't the best way to deal with his problems.