"Th-that's fine, just a moment--" he doesn't even have time to open his eyes before Yuuri is kissing him and it didn't feel natural to open them anyways. The light in the room wasn't harsh, room gently lit from it being a rainy day, no need to lights to be on in the rooms, but also not yellow from sun, everything a gentle blue grey. Victor opens his eyes and the color surprises him, because he'd forgotten about it completely. It strikes him because it's the kind of atmosphere he'd associate with much lonelier times, spending time all by himself on the ice. Yet, here it is, framing a moment he felt one of the single strongest connections with another person in his life. It makes his eyes dart to Yuuri, making sure he's there and real, and then words are happening,

"Please, Yuuri" he knows this feeling because he has being skating it, "stay close to me," this time Yuuri, if you at the one to laugh at him, he'll be the one to panic. He is genuinely and deeply vulnerable and he's not used to that.