[ This is a startling sight. And one that he decides he doesn't like very much at all. Seeing JJ, who is normally all smiles even in the face of less than optimal circumstances sad like this... it's as though someone has muted a tiny sun.

He actually waits patiently for JJ to turn around, not sure what he should do or how to help, steadying his hands on the other's shoulders so he doesn't stumble completely. ]

This is a cruel illusion, forcing you to face your loved ones like this again... Will you be alright? [ Somehow that seems a lot more upsetting than blowing a competition, but the focus is on that part of the memory now, so he too watches, not taking his palms off of JJ's shoulders as the memory progresses.

He hears the familiar sound of JJ's song start up, one that he's heard many times at the rink in Olympia (and as JJ's hold music over the phone...), and perhaps he's seen this routine before. Everything looks so far... so good? ]

You had... many supportive fans, it seems. I had no idea the magnitude of your fanbase was this large.

[ it makes sense... for why the man has such a big ego, then. ]