[ Once he's holding hands with Yuuri, he doesn't quite know what to do after that. They were on the ice together holding hands and testing out skates that were not their own in a rink that was unfamiliar in a place that was equally unfamiliar. The skates were sharpened well enough but it would be hard to do anything while their hands were like this, or at least, until Viktor stopped his sulking.
In some sort of poetic way, the only thing that they had were each other in this vast expanse of things that weren't their own and weren't known to them. It's a thought that Yuuri tries not to think about too much as he looks at their intertwined hands. ]
It looks like I managed to get you on the ice. [ A thought hits him suddenly—something that Yuuko and him used to as children. ] Maybe I can push you if you refuse to skate for yourself?
no... someone must be able to
In some sort of poetic way, the only thing that they had were each other in this vast expanse of things that weren't their own and weren't known to them. It's a thought that Yuuri tries not to think about too much as he looks at their intertwined hands. ]
It looks like I managed to get you on the ice. [ A thought hits him suddenly—something that Yuuko and him used to as children. ] Maybe I can push you if you refuse to skate for yourself?