[ Yuuri goes silent though he makes it known to Viktor that he was still mulling over some words and wanted to say something else. Fingers twitch at the table as he feels the urge to brush aside Viktor's fringe to see more of his face but he holds back.

In a smaller and careful voice, he finally speaks. ]

What are we Viktor?

[ How funny that kissing, touching, and things like this all were okay with Yuuri but the idea of being engaged or even in a relationship with Viktor were a shock to his nerves. But it was something that they never discussed. Everything else he could have written off as just parts of who Viktor was—overtly tactile and affectionate with no sense of personal boundaries. However, if he wanted to put more meaning behind it all... Shouldn't that have been mentioned at least once? ]

You... [ "...are in love with me," is the rest of that sentence that Yuuri can't say. ] I know how you feel about me but I'm still not sure.

[ He knows that he doesn't want Viktor to leave his side and doesn't want Viktor to leave him. Now that he was planning on exploring the idea of coming back on the ice with Yuuri then he didn't have to see things as a finite time anymore. Of course he also knows that Viktor is the person who he has ever cared this deeply for.

But...love? Was this love? It sure did feel like it. ]

Not entirely, that is.