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It's been an incredibly long day.
Yuri had been up before the sun, grumbling to himself the whole time he'd gone through his morning routine - cooking a healthy breakfast, eating the healthy breakfast, getting showered and dressed, packing his bag for the rink - and even Otabek's arrival on his doorstep hadn't perked him up very much.
Otabek had dropped him at Lilia's studio, and he'd spent the morning there being worked to death.
Lunch had been okay, he supposes, but then it was off to the rink and the only thing keeping him from a full-blown yelling match with Yakov is Otabek's presence at rinkside.
He hates that Beka's on injury this season, meaning they won't actually get to compete against each other, but it does mean that his friend can come visit him, so he supposes that's a plus.
And it means now he can just sit back and relax in the passenger seat instead of finding his own way home, because Beka'd gotten a rental car at the airport and seems perfectly happy to drive Yuri around.
"We're here," Otabek announces as they pull into one of the guest parking spaces. "Anything you want for dinner?"
"I don't even know what I have," Yuri admits, swinging his bag over his shoulder and following the older man in the door.
Beka hums his agreement, making his way to the fridge and starting to examine the contents.
Yuri doesn't follow him, just plops down on his favorite recliner and spreads his limbs out as much as he can, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
"Could do leftover grilled chicken on a salad," Otabek offers after a few minutes. "Or you've got steak in the freezer, find something to use as a side and that could work."
"Chicken salad's fine," Yuri yawns, and sits up a little. "Do you want help?"
"No, I'm fine," comes the quick response from the kitchen.
Yuri lowers himself back down, letting his eyes slip closed. He's not tired enough to take a nap, but it's nice to just sit and listen to the sounds of Otabek in the kitchen.
Peaceful, he thinks, in a way not a lot in his life is.
Don't get him wrong, he likes his life how it is, decidedly unpeaceful most of the time. But sometimes it's nice to get some quiet as well.
For a moment, he lets himself imagine months and years passing like this - the hard work during the day, but then him and Otabek here and alone and quiet at night.
Otabek is here for a week, he reminds himself. And as long as they're both active skaters, they'll both have their own rinks in their own home cities.
But one day…
"Are you awake, Yura?" Otabek wonders. "Dinner's ready."
"I'm awake," Yuri agrees immediately, pushing his chair back to its seated position.
Otabek's already plating up dinner for both of them, so all Yuri has to do is set up trays and go fetch his plate, and then they're both quiet while they're eating.
Yuri tosses his friend the remote once they're both done, grabbing both plates and heading back into the kitchen.
"I can do the dishes," Otabek calls.
"You barely used any," Yuri counters. "Pick a movie, I'll be done in a minute anyways."
He thinks for a moment that Otabek's going to come join him anyways, but there honestly aren't that many dishes to do, and he wants Beka to be able to pick something to watch in peace, so it all works out.
As soon as everything's on the drying mats, he heads back into the living room, skipping the recliner in favor of settling next to Otabek on the couch. Otabek's free arm immediately comes up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in a little closer, and Yuri makes a contented noise.
"So what'd you pick?"
"Some sci-fi thing. It looks terrible," Beka informs him, and though his tone stays as flat and serious as usual, Yuri can still pick up on the hidden bit of glee there.
Terrible sci-fi movies had definitely been something they'd bonded over, every time they'd been in the same city.
"Sounds perfect," Yuri decides, and Otabek starts the movie.
It's exactly as terrible as promised, and Yuri's nearly doubled over laughing at the ending, featuring what looks like a plush version of a monster and some kind of cardboard cutout of buildings.
"And it has a sequel," Otabek announces over the credits.
Yuri has to get up early in the morning again, and he takes a moment to weigh that against the temptation of another movie.
"Yeah, okay, let me get into pajamas first," he decides, and Beka drops his arm to let him get up and do so.
Now more comfortable, Yuri settles in against Otabek's side again, and together they watch the next movie.
By the end, Yuri's yawning, and Otabek has to gently push him off so they can straighten back up.
"Ready for bed?"
"Ugh, not yet. Gotta do the whole dumb routine," Yuri complains, rolling his eyes.
Otabek probably has a nice three-step bedtime routine. Yuri's is eight steps long at the moment, which always seems to take forever, but he's not risking Lilia's wrath by skipping any of it.
Beka follows him, curious, and they share the bathroom as Yuri works his way around the array of beauty products around the sink.
"Every night?" Otabek wonders.
"Some nights there's more," Yuri informs him. "I only do a facemask once a week, and tonight's not the night."
Otabek's just been sitting on the closed toilet for the past fifteen minutes, so the face he makes is unsurprising.
"But, done for now," Yuri says, giving himself one more look in the mirror. "Could be worse - Viktor's was twenty-two steps at one point."
Otabek winces as he stands up, following him out of the bathroom.
They separate for bed, Beka heading towards the guest bedroom Yuri had set up for him pre-arrival, and Yuri heads for his own bed.
It's been such a quiet comfortable night, and if he only has a week of this to enjoy, well. One day Yuri's pretty sure they'll have weeks and months and years of this, and while he's not going to rush towards his retirement, he's going to hold onto that promise for when the time comes.