The embrace was probably the last thing Yuri expected, yet with how comfortable Victor seemed to be with touching him, it wasn't actually as surprising as it could have been. Being an athlete, you sort of had to get used to people touching you, but this felt different. He was tense for a second, maybe three, but he easily melted against Victor's chest, breathing out the breath he hadn't noticed holding and closing his eyes for a moment. After another moment, his arms came up around Victor, too, in a way he really hoped wasn't too tight. He sort of couldn't help himself, though.
The question gave him pause. His wildest dreams involved Victor being his coach, getting to stand by him on a podium, and a ton of other things he wasn't about to admit to when the object of them was right there. "I... uh." If he'd managed to loose any of that color during his little crying fit, it came right back when Victor's fingers moved. Even through the fabric, the touch left him fighting off a shiver in it's wake. Victor was so close and his eyes seemed impossibly blue. Suddenly, he felt hot, too hot. Victor was going to notice and jerking away again would probably just make it more obvious, so, he tried to laugh it off, like the situation didn't actually feel as heavy as it did. "Everything? I want to do everything I can with you. While you're here." While he was with Yuri.