Yuuri almost stumbles when the other sinks down like that, almost loses his balance because he wasn't prepared for the other to drop down like that. But there Victor is on his knees, clutching his hand like that and apologizing over and over. His fingers twitch then curl around Victor's as best they can and he slides himself forward under he can sink down with the other. The cold rush that comes from his knees pressed into the ice is ignored as his free hand comes up to cup Victor's cheek.

"You're not an asshole," he murmured, leaning in to press their foreheads together. God why couldn't he be made? That would be the easier route, right?

But a part of him, that part that always got the best of him no matter how hard he tried to fight it, had expected this. Had expected Victor not to be satisfied completely. Why would someone like him who had everything going for him want to settle for second best?

"You..you deserve the best. You deserve what makes you happy and if that's not me, then I understand. I do. I just want you to be happy, Victor."