Yuuri shivers a little and his eyes go even softer at the kiss, returning that look. Unlike Victor, who knows the words and doesn't want to say them, Yuuri doesn't have a name yet for the feeling settling in his chest. Oh, he knows he loves Victor, but he loves him the way that he's loved him since before he could even really skate. That doesn't feel like this. This is new.

He wants to tell Victor he doesn't have to tell him, but something about the tone tells him that Victor's saying more there than just the words, though he can't pick up on what. Still, he grins instead, bright and open,

"Okay. Don't forget."

He's not sure what to do, now, really just wants to sit right here, in this moment, forever. So he doesn't say anything else right away, just strokes Victor's face some more, marvels all over again that he gets to, that he gets any of this.