Yuuri looks dubiously at the choices, but he doesn't resist Viktor either handing them to him, or being pulled over to the dressing rooms (though he does still have to be pulled a little bit) so that's also progress.
His hands clench on Viktor's arm at an approaching sales person who is now definitely seeing two people being interested in buying things. Yuuri shakes his head just a little, suddenly nervous,
"No. Just you... just... I don't want..." it's all he can get out over the sudden pressure of panic, soft enough that hopefully the poor sales associate can't hear him. Even this, though, it's something of a weird victory-- he's actually asking Viktor for help. He's trusting Viktor can make it happen, somehow, keep the rest of the world away from him while he does something that's already hard enough.
He may as well also have screamed to the rooftops that he really is actually letting Viktor dress him, too, considering that he's willing to not run away at the first sign of difficulty.
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His hands clench on Viktor's arm at an approaching sales person who is now definitely seeing two people being interested in buying things. Yuuri shakes his head just a little, suddenly nervous,
"No. Just you... just... I don't want..." it's all he can get out over the sudden pressure of panic, soft enough that hopefully the poor sales associate can't hear him. Even this, though, it's something of a weird victory-- he's actually asking Viktor for help. He's trusting Viktor can make it happen, somehow, keep the rest of the world away from him while he does something that's already hard enough.
He may as well also have screamed to the rooftops that he really is actually letting Viktor dress him, too, considering that he's willing to not run away at the first sign of difficulty.