"I don't have any advice other than - don't next time?" he offered with a wry smile. Yuri was a near flawless skater, there was nothing Otabek could tell him that he didn't already know. Sometimes it was just as simple as missing your timing and a million cliches on doing it right could only go so far.
He looked over Yuri's face, and shook his head. "I think you're alright, doesn't look broken." Would probably hurt like hell and bruise but nothing looked out of place.
Beka brought a soft smile to his face, tugged at his heart a little and god he felt like such an asshole lately. He leaned his arms against the rink boards and looked out over the ice. "You're welcome, Yura."
There was a short pause as he chewed on his lower lip. "I -" he looked to Yuri. "I'm sorry," he started. "I know I've been kind of - no not kind of. I know I've been a pretty shitty friend lately, a pretty shitty person in general." Another brief pause. "And I haven't been very fair to you."