Yuri offered a slight shrug at that response, not sure what else he could say to it. Otabek's injury had been awful but Yuri wasn't sure he could keep away from a rink, either. It just... felt like he cared more about his music, now. Like he'd pushed aside skating for everything else he was doing now and because Yuri came with skating, pushed him aside, too. He shot him a suspicious look when he mentioned the under rotation, but he knew he was right.
"I know," he murmured petulantly through the towel, screwing it up and tossing it aside to deal with it later as he started to wipe off the blood, tilting his head this way and that. "Is it broken? It feels pretty damn broken, but- I don't want to have an ugly fucking nose," he grumbled. He actually sort of liked his nose - most of his face, really. A long journey of accepting that being pretty wasn't bad or disgusting like most in Russia would have you believe.