That was true. Victor really was that way and he wasn't the type to let others make him do anything.

"I want to believe that. I honestly do believe it..." It was just a losing battle sometimes, especially when he was stressed out and anxious.

Slowly drawing his legs up so he can wrap his arms loosely around them, Yuuri props his chin on his knees as he listens to his companion.

"Different how?" Was it good or bad? Had Yuuri messed things up? Had he made Victor dumb himself down or--

Wait.

"What?" It comes out as a bit squeaky as he looks to Yuri, eyes wide. "What does that mean?"