It wouldn't matter if he could touch the ground at this point, his legs wouldn't hold him up anyway. He feels helpless, but there's strangely nothing bad about it, nothing that he normally associates with the word. Victor's got him and it has nothing to do with the whole idolization thing, for once, and everything to do with the past 24 hours, that he believes him, down to his bones. He's not going to let him fall. He's not going to think he's weak or stupid. He's not going to do something knowingly cruel to him. Laughing aside, Victor's proven that he's trustworthy, and so even getting pulled up higher does nothing but seem to unwind him more.

"Hai," he breathes again, and he's back to not being very expressive anymore, but he's not closed off, the words just aren't there, but Victor said that was okay too and so he works to find some more of them, at least, to please him, but there's only one that seems to matter right now, "Yours."