Just as Yuri laughs, Yurio grows angry. It was a bad coping mechanism, and he really did need a healthier outlet, but it helped him handle situations.

Finding a soul mate was meant to be a life changing experience. Yurio knew it happened to everyone, but he somehow had his mind focused so strongly on skating that he never considered actually having to face someone connected to him by fate. How did you handle someone that was meant to be so special? Delicacy would never be an art Yurio perfected, and even know, even if he hadn't hated Yuri for stealing his coach, he wasn't sure what he would say or do.

As if sensing the touch was close, Yurio's spine straightened, almost like a threatened cat. Nonetheless, he remained still in stubborn refusal to have to repeat this scene at a later date so Yuri could confirm the fear that had fairly warmed its way into Yurio's head.

Once the worse was confirmed, the stiff shoulders fell. Damn it.

"How does this explain anything?! I have a tatoo of fucking food on my back!"