It probably should have felt a little bit more weird to admit something like that to Victor, but he had to have been in a similar circumstance to have ended up here. It had been one of the first things the people at the rink had mentioned, as well as the woman who helped him find an apartment. That didn't stop him from frowning at the plate of flour, though. He looked up when he heard Victor move, the anxious feeling creeping back in the closer the other man got to him. There really wasn't even anything to be nervous about. He had every reason to trust Victor, after all, he thought.
Still, the touch felt so sudden that Yuri felt the heat rise through him almost instantly, coloring his cheeks all over again, if only a little. "My...future?" He stayed still, wondering exactly what that meant. Victor clearly knew something he didn't. Something that was probably not bad, but something also probably very serious or else Victor was just really lacking in the personal boundary department. He stared, eyes never leaving Victor before he swallowed, giving the tiniest of nods he could manage, like any sudden movement might end in catastrophe. "Okay."