( The appearance of Alexandre is a surprise, to say the least. Later he might be grateful that the man gave him enough time to pull himself together: Yuri straightens up, dusts off his attire where dust from the stone might have stuck to him, and has positioned himself just so that his injured wrist is only visible to someone making the effort to see it. )

Well, how about that. Pomp and circumstance getting you down?

( The mask slides into place effortlessly — in no small part because it's easy to let the tightness in his shoulders relax a little in the presence of this man. Perhaps it's their make-believe power dynamic: Yuri, the dazzling tenor with the world eating out of his palm, and Alexandre, a man who claims himself in all things his humble servant.

It's kind of cute, really. )

It's good to see you. I was wondering whether you'd be able to find me again in the midst of all ...

( He makes a vague gesture towards the light and laughter trickling out from inside. )

... That.

( A flash of pain passes over his expression as Yuri realises he's using the wrong hand — his injured hand — and he quickly lowers it again before clearing his throat just the once. )

It's good to get a little fresh air during these things, huh?