You're the only person I would have wanted to win gold anyway, if it couldn't be me.

[It's said softly but it's sincere. Yuuri knew how hard the other worked. How badly that Yuri wanted it--probably more than he himself did. If there was any skater that had set foot on the ice during the Grand Prix that deserved the win it was the youngest skater of the bunch.

He gives the other another squeeze before drawing back, hands resting on the other's shoulders as he steps back some to give him a bit more room. The gentle smile is back as he tilts his head, a playful look creeping into his eyes.]

I won't make it so easy for you next time.

[Not that it had been easy. But he's not going to stop fighting; not anymore.]