Victor watches bemusedly as Yuuri stomps to and fro, yelling about the weird turn their reality had taken. It was reassuring in its own way: if this were all a hallucination caused by an undignified slip and a head injury, his imaginary Yuuri would probably be more like the version of the man who came out on the ice rather than this Yuuri trying to argue the world into making sense again.

Which still doesn't explain what all of this is, but Victor had already spent plenty of time today staring at the sky with his mouth hanging open and his brain only producing a noise like the whine of a refrigerator, and he's ready to do something else now.

Something like pick his overcoat up off of the ground and wait to see if this is just something Yuuri needs to get out of his system or if it actually requires his input.