Having Victor almost painfully close was bound to be causing all sorts of heart problems for Yuri. It wasn't the first time, and undoubtedly wouldn't be the last time, but he didn't really know about all that. The words, though, made his insides attempt a quadruple flip and crash into the wall of his body. He wasn't really sure what Victor meant by that. He knew what he might assume with anyone else, but not Victor. Maybe it was a Russian thing. The young Yuri had gotten in his personal space, too. He hadn't smelled like Victor, or made Yuri feel anywhere near as warm without actually touching him either. The sense of loss when Victor leaned away again felt way too heavy to comprehend.
Victor seemed effected, too, but in a way that was really different. Yuri wanted to ask, but thought better of it. Why Victor had invited him over didn't matter. He wasn't going to mess it up, this chance for something with his idol. Then again, he had tried not to mess up his chance to skate on the same ice as Victor, yet, the memory of how that had went was still fresh. He shoved it all away and nodded, stepping in and immediately toeing off his shoes by the door for politeness. Staring at Victor's stuff now was probably going to make him look like a weirdo, but he did pass a few glances. Victor's things, all so close he could touch them. Incredible.
Looking at the kitchen, Yuri took a deep breath. "Your place here is so nice..." It wasn't surprising. Victor probably had money to spare between endorsements and competitions if Russia was anything like Japan, but it was all so...nice. So...undeniably Victor. It was everything he could have imagined and more. He nodded happily, looking over at Victor and smiling before stepping around the kitchen, taking full advantage of the fact that he could touch and look at everything under the guise of cooking and needing to know where things were. At least, he did pull out things as he saw them and would need them. He had to shove back the thought of it all being Victor's a little bit too much.
"Victor...have you been here long?" He asked, looking up from pouring some oil into a pot to fry the tonkatsu. "You really do have everything." He smiled a little, talking would probably help, right? The more he talked, the more Victor might seem more like...a friend, almost, instead of some unattainable item or goal. He had cooked with Phichit from time to time when they had a day off from training. It was that or eat takeout all the time. That didn't need his full attention. "I didn't know you liked Japanese food..."