Yuuri intensity, his passion, is met with intensity and passion. Victor's expression looks struck by the words, like Yuuri may as well have dropped lightning on him. It's not unpleasant, a rush that raises his chest in a sharp breathe inward and he's kissing Yuuri again after. He's kissing and kissing and kissing Yuuri, like he's suddenly alive when he somehow hadn't been before. This can't be anything but love, can it?

"I won't take my eyes off you," or his hands, it seems, which hold tight to Yuuri's back still, lost of relaxation, "be mine, Yuuri, keep being mine."

This shouldn't end with Yuuri on a plane to Detroit, Victor won't stand for it. He's never felt so bold and also to fragile at once. He feels like he could follow Yuuri to ends of the earth on this feeling. He feels like Yuuri could shatter him to pieces with this feeling. It's nothing he's felt before.