Yuri let's the words settle before he realizes how they sound and panics. "Oh no! No! I mean like in the pair up for practice poses. They're going to separate us every time because we skate together anyway."
He flails his hands with his panic as he skates a few inches closer to Otabek on instinct.
Otabek's mouth twitches like he's carefully containing his amusement, but it's threatening to break his typical stoic expression.
"I knew what you meant, Yura."
Yuri takes a deep breathe. He knows he just overreacted to something minor and that their rink mates heard, and are staring, but he can't even be embarrassed.
He just got Otabek all to himself, it's all so new and fresh, and honestly, he'd rather embarrass himself nine thousand times a day than let anything slip of the tongue mess it up.
