He snorts softly at the idea of taking Emil's place in anything. Even if he could, it's not of interest. He just wants what Emil wants.

It's nice, moving about the empty rink, carrying along idly with the only person he's ever loved. A year, hm? Well, now that he didn't have to keep chasing Emil around the world, maybe he could afford to focus on the skating...

"Huh? Family? Uhh...I...I don't know. What's good? I don't know how many dates you're supposed to go on for anything, Emil. If you'll recall, I didn't exactly have a track record for long-term shit. This is your show. I'm not sure you wanna show me off to anyone, though," he murmurs, wrinkling his nose.

"I mean...what are you supposed to tell anyone right now if they ask where I'm from or what I do for a living, y'know?"