Yuri stares at Otabek for a few seconds. Trying to get this to make sense. His brain is having trouble getting past the sit on my lap part.

He doesn't know what to do with all the strange feelings bubbling under his skin. At all. The closest he's felt was skating Agape at last year's Grand Prix. And that's still not quite right.

Finally there's a small smile. A shrug, because anything more and he's afraid he might start laughing. Or screaming. Something embarrassing.

"Yeah. Okay. Got a helmet?"