Victor’s heart broke almost instantly at Yuri’s response. So similar to his own Yuri's reasoning, even if the circumstances were a bit different. He sighed, softly, leaning forward just another moment. He then shifted, coming around to Yuri’s side of the island. He could do this any number of ways, deciding what to do or what he should do next. The first reaction, Victor decided, would be the best. He stepped beside Yuri, deciding now was his window. He reached out, dipping his fingers underneath Yuri’s chin gently, just two fingers to get his attention. “Yuri, listen to me. You didn’t fail. You still made it to the Grand Prix final. That’s an accomplishment in and of itself. Would you like to know what happens, in your future, Yuri? Because I’m from past that.”
He let his eyes search Yuri’s expression as he tried to understand his reaction, wanting to know what Yuri was thinking and feeling. Would he want to know? Would Victor even tell him everything? He wasn’t sure yet, but the question had to be asked. He needed Yuri to know that he wasn’t a failure, though. He stayed close to Yuri, chest almost touching, hoping he distracted the young man for just a moment. Makkachin, in the corner of the room, barked happily and she tried to come over to them. Victor waved his free hand to keep her at bay for a moment, keeping his gaze on Yuri, determined to keep Yuri’s focus for as long as he could.