Victor takes the hand, bringing the knuckles to his lips. His brow was a little furrowed, expression earnest with that little smile there.

"You always say that.. Say that my efforts might be going to waste... I don't see any waste here." A little push and he's closer to Yuuri now, holding the shorter man's hand against his chest.

"Tomorrow you could decide to never skate again and not a moment with you would have felt wasted. I would only hope you'd let me stay, so I can learn to make you katsudon every night of the week."

The skating was fun, sure. He wanted Yuuri to win, and he wanted to do a good job at coaching him but Victor ultimately was just happy to be there, to be allowed at Yuuri's side, despite every fault and folly Victor had.