[Yuuri looks over at him at that, and there it is again. That faith, that trust, that Yuuri can do it. Win a gold, over Chris, Yurio, even Victor himself.

So. He sets his chin, determination flashing behind his glasses as he leans in and kisses Victor on the lips. Firmly, warmly, but just for a moment because he's still learning it's okay to do stuff like that.]

...Thank you, Victor. [He smiles into the pot, before looking over at him.] How much did you want? I made plenty but - it's still experimental.