That... breaks Victor's heart a bit. A little crack he's not sure will get worse or recover. He can try the latter, he always tried, but... His coffee is set down as well, curling into Yuuri. His hand reaches to the man's hair, still a little wet from the shower, pushing it from Yuuri's face.

"Let's go skating," he asserts, "It would shatter me, to think you lost your love for skating before I got to see you on the ice. No competition, just the ice and you. " It's difficult for Victor, to think Yuuri would want to bother much with love of him if he had no love for skating. Maybe it could be managed, but the ice is Victor's whole life, he doesn't think he could ever leave it behind, not completely.