Victor finishes his toast with a few thoughtful bites, mind buzzing through options. It's rough, there really isn't time in the schedule to meet up, not unless they wanted to sacrifice precious practice time between competitions. This is why you don't date, Victor runs through his mind and his heart sinks. Nobody wants to date under conditions like these, they're distant and complicated. But here Victor is, wanting to keep hold, because distance can be traveled and complicated can be solved. He looks a bit hapless at his own coffee. What's the solution here?

And then he remembers some enthusiastic, drunken words, which might be a solution.

"Five months is a long time, but," that would roughly be the time between now and the end of World's, "if you're finishing school, you'll be ready to skate full time after that, correct?"