Yuuri understood, Victor. He did. He knew what it was like to fumble and falter with the truth and have trouble finding the words to explain yourself.

Which is why he gives the other an understanding smile before he reaches out to take a hold of both of Victor's hands. He lifts them to his lips so he can press a miss to the backs of his knuckles, giving them a squeeze as he glances up at the other man.

"Skate with me?" Because he can't deal with words anymore right now. His anxiety is starting to nip at the back of his mind and he really doesn't want his entire day to get ruined now that things are at least in a decent place.

Thus, the request.