[ Trust Viktor not to have answered it simply, but then again the fact that he didn't makes the whole situation far more meaningful...in a way.
He thinks back to the time where Viktor had told him that when Yuuri demanded him to stay with him until the Grand Prix Final it sounded like a marriage proposal, but given what Viktor had just said to him right now, Yuuri was inclined to disagree. Here was Viktor basically throwing himself at Yuuri's feet in the hopes that he'll accept him. He wants to accept him. Of course he wants to accept him! There's no other person in the entire world that he has ever met that has come close to what Yuuri was feeling.
Yet, there's still some lingering hesitations. Yuuri, without a doubt, feels a love for Viktor and one that overpowers him and makes him really worry about how their emotions might be affecting the other patrons in the restaurant. The crisp air between them is joined by the fluttering breeze of Yuuri's own emotions and coupled with a familiar smell of a sea breeze. Small wildflowers seem to take bloom on the table in front of them as Yuuri tries to find the words he wants to say.
They're easy words. Simple. A single word would suffice too if Yuuri was feeling too cowardly to be any more honest than that. But the words are stuck in his throat as Yuuri loses focus and stares back at Viktor unknowing what kind of face he's making. Something in the back of his head tells him that he's being so selfish to have Viktor to all of himself like this but...but that's a feeling that dies out as he raises a hand to push aside the fringe that normally covered one of his eyes.
Viktor loves him so much. He honestly and truly loves him so much. Forget about the feeling that Viktor forced upon Yuuri before, he could tell from just that look alone. Yuuri still may not understand completely what it is that he feels for Viktor, frustratingly so, but he does know that he wants nothing more than what is staring back at him right now. And after so many false starts of trying to find the words to say, Yuuri manages something: ]
Now, this sounds like a marriage proposal.
[ There's a trace of humor in his voice. Light and teasing, but when Yuuri speaks he keeps his voice no louder than a whisper. He doesn't need anyone else to know what is going on. The smell, flowers, and coolness are already interrupting some of the patrons who are nearby. The floaty feeling affecting everyone else and causing others to feel as infatuated and enamored as them. ]
this is fucking gay
He thinks back to the time where Viktor had told him that when Yuuri demanded him to stay with him until the Grand Prix Final it sounded like a marriage proposal, but given what Viktor had just said to him right now, Yuuri was inclined to disagree. Here was Viktor basically throwing himself at Yuuri's feet in the hopes that he'll accept him. He wants to accept him. Of course he wants to accept him! There's no other person in the entire world that he has ever met that has come close to what Yuuri was feeling.
Yet, there's still some lingering hesitations. Yuuri, without a doubt, feels a love for Viktor and one that overpowers him and makes him really worry about how their emotions might be affecting the other patrons in the restaurant. The crisp air between them is joined by the fluttering breeze of Yuuri's own emotions and coupled with a familiar smell of a sea breeze. Small wildflowers seem to take bloom on the table in front of them as Yuuri tries to find the words he wants to say.
They're easy words. Simple. A single word would suffice too if Yuuri was feeling too cowardly to be any more honest than that. But the words are stuck in his throat as Yuuri loses focus and stares back at Viktor unknowing what kind of face he's making. Something in the back of his head tells him that he's being so selfish to have Viktor to all of himself like this but...but that's a feeling that dies out as he raises a hand to push aside the fringe that normally covered one of his eyes.
Viktor loves him so much. He honestly and truly loves him so much. Forget about the feeling that Viktor forced upon Yuuri before, he could tell from just that look alone. Yuuri still may not understand completely what it is that he feels for Viktor, frustratingly so, but he does know that he wants nothing more than what is staring back at him right now. And after so many false starts of trying to find the words to say, Yuuri manages something: ]
Now, this sounds like a marriage proposal.
[ There's a trace of humor in his voice. Light and teasing, but when Yuuri speaks he keeps his voice no louder than a whisper. He doesn't need anyone else to know what is going on. The smell, flowers, and coolness are already interrupting some of the patrons who are nearby. The floaty feeling affecting everyone else and causing others to feel as infatuated and enamored as them. ]
Or maybe a part of a wedding vow.