Yuuri was quiet for a long moment even after Victor had stopped speaking, mulling over the other's words and trying to sort through the emotions that were muddling his brain up. Logically he knew that all of this was because Victor was a playboy. Apparently more of one than Yuuri had ever really known. It wasn't a bad thing it was just something he hadn't been prepared for. And Phichit...he'd always known that Phichit was a flirt. A bad flirt. But he adored the other. He was Yuuri's best friend. And that should have made this all hurt even worse for him.

Instead he just felt tired. Felt like giving up. And it wasn't something he wanted. He wanted to be stubborn and wanted to be greedy and hang onto Victor for as long as he could; wanted the world to know that he was the one that got to be with the Russian super star every day but that part of him was so small in comparison to how vicious and large his more anxious side was.

"We're suppose to help each other. I don't want you to have to deal with my mess every day, Victor. I don't--the only person that can help me conquer everything going on in my head is me." A deep breath was taken again and let out slowly as Yuuri looked down and closed his eyes. "I want to be with you. I want this--us--to work, I do but it's...I need to know that I can trust you to just be here. To be willing to wait for me while I catch up every time I get bogged down and that you aren't going to run off to someone else. And if you want to be with other people then you need to tell me."