[Make no mistake, Victor. Yuuri is anxious as Hell. Like worried enough that his stomach feels like it's in a washing machine.

...but he will always look out for Victor first. Even in horrible, terrifying space.

One corner of his mouth lifts up, and he flushes bright red.]

Yeah ... I guess you're right.

[Redder.]

That ... it is not hell. With you here. Not me. I mean - that if I have to be in a place that is not hell I want ... to be with you.

[Even red, his brown eyes become serious.]

I always want to be where you are.