Yuri's fingers grip his side, and his hip, but it's not hard or scared. It seems more like a reflex, like he'd pushed Yuri back and he needs to figure out how to stay upright, but though his eyes are wide and surprised, there's none of the startled fluster of only a few moments ago.

Only that one word, that's less disbelieving as it is searching for clarification, which Victor can give without hesitation. "You."

Katsuki Yuri, who he'd barely known until last April, which hadn't stopped him from nearly driving himself mad through the months beforehand. Yuri, his skater and student. His friend and companion.

Who, it turned out, is far more lovable than he'd had any preparation for, when he'd been expecting just another infatuation. He'd arrived thinking he'd find the demon from the dance floor, or the romantic from his Stay Close to Me, but he'd found just Yuri instead, and far from being disappointed or having the scales fall from his eyes, it had only gotten worse. Day after day, learning about him, getting to know him, earning his trust, earning his smiles and laughter and even his annoyance, his shouted disagreements.

The real Yuri. Turned from fantasy to reality in front of his eyes, and refusing to give up even the slightest inch of his hold on Victor's heart and mind.

He's never had anything like this before.