There's a promising little shiver when Victor slides up behind him, skates barely not tangled on the ice, and it's maybe a little surprising, maybe not, that Yuuri seems to relax a little more, all of a sudden, with the slightly more intimate position. Victor doesn't get to see his eyes widen, when he speaks, but he can feel the shift in him-- neither surprise or embarrassment, but a sudden recognition. He's seen the program a hundred times at this point, has watched it over and over, though his nerves made him miss seeing it in person. He immediately sees what Victor is talking about.

He doesn't say another word, he just pushes off into the opening, keeping Victor's hand in his, which draws it across his face, curls Victor's arms around him, his whole body settling back into Victor's as they slide through that first, controlled spin. He stops just before Victor would have taken a knee and his tone is hushed, but delighted,

"I see it. I always thought it felt a little lonely but like this it's..." pretty sexual to be something you do in front of judges is almost the clear end to that, though of course, if this were pairs skating, they'd have to separate after the opening. He's not immediately so good at pairs skating just from watching Victor, and it's not like he's skated this routine over and over or anything-- he's been too focused on his own. But he would still run through bits of it for warm ups or at night when he needed to think, sometimes. So he can immediately see the way part of it leaves room for a dip here, a lift there.

"It would be so beautiful."