There are some contexts, at this point, Yuuri might accept something like that in. Awkwardly, yes, and not without some misgivings, but it's the weakness on his own part that he minds, not the help, not really. And Victor has done an excellent job these past few days of side-stepping that part of Yuuri's brain, maybe because of how much Yuuri's had to rely on Victor just to not freeze to death in the streets or whatever. He's not sure. He's the most helpless and broken he's ever been in his life, in front of the one person in the world he wanted to present the best front to, the best parts of himself, and they're still fucking like rabbits and Victor's given him so many little "I love yous" and admiration and adoration and there's still a part of him that doesn't trust it will last, but that it's happening at all is ridiculous and wonderful.

"Whatever you think is best," he says, with a shrug, more focused on regaining his stuff than how far he might have to walk for it. That said, maybe some part of him is suddenly aware of the time growing short, because he's just kind of... softer around the edges a bit, at the moment, while they walk to an edge of the park to get the car, more willing to be closer to Victor, and to hell with whether or not people see them or take pictures.