The reaction is immediate and as far from a rejection as possible. Victor's eyes get a bit wet, smiling like he's just too happy and he can't contain himself. He squishes Yuuri close, presses their foreheads together. His blue eyes sparkle with that unbridled enthusiasm that only Victor radiated. His voice is uncharacteristically withheld, hoarse and quiet, but no less adoring.

"H, hai, yes!" He kisses Yuuri, short, wanting more words, to be more clearly expressed,

"I'll be yours," the Russian tumbles out after, that same phrase he kept saying so tenderly despite the rough edges of his native language. He finally corrects himself, in English, repeating with the same tone, "I need you more and more, my Yuuri,"