"I should have better control of it. I shouldn't--it shouldn't get to me like this." If only it were that easy though. Yuuri was on medication for it but nothing would ever permanently fix it. It would always be there; it was just a matter of coping.

When one was in a high stress activity like competitive ice skating though...

What Yuri was saying wasn't something Yuuri had considered before. It wasn't something he had taken the time to actually think about and it gives him a moment of clarity. They were at the rink all the time. Victor could skate whenever he wanted but he chose to coach Yuuri. Chose to focus on what the Japanese skater was doing and what he needed to improve on.

A weak laugh escapes him as the joke finally sinks in and he glances over at his friend.

"Even if that was a thing, I'm about as threatening as a small dog," he admitted, trying his best to pull himself out of the hole he'd sunk into. "...I just worry that he feels obligated at this point. That he doesn't want to hurt my feelings my telling me he doesn't want to be my coach. At least that's what my brain thinks he's actually thinking--tells me that he's thinking."