Oh, Victor had fucked up. He knew he'd fucked up but he hadn't quite grasped how badly until just now. He reaches to take Yuuri's hands, pulling them both close to his chest as he rubs them gently together between his own. His brow was furrowed with concern, tears still hanging in his eyes but managing not to fall.

"I want you to be happy. That's all I want and I messed that up... I made you cry.. I don't. ... I hate it when you cry and I hate it more when its my fault."

He didn't know what to do to fix anything right now. Yuuri had ever reason to be angry and to not trust him ever again, but Victor had to try, especially when Yuuri had looked at him like that...

"Please.. I'll never be tired of you.. No one will be. you aren't.. .. You aren't a mess, you're .. Yuuri and I should be the one helping you, not making it worse."