"I mean I don't think I'd mind much if you did watch, but we are trying to be good for now." Emil turns as he speaks, changing into a pair of comfortable, stretchy track pants and a long-sleeved black shirt. He pulls his gloves on and wraps his arms around Phichit in passing before leading the way back to the rink with his bag still in tow. His skates get pulled on and laced as soon as he's got a speaker dock set up, allowing them to pick and listen to the music.

"Come on, let's warm up," he suggests with his hand already out to take Phichit's as soon as they hit the ice.