Yuri wasn’t saying no. Victor grinned from ear to ear, taking another bite of his meal. “Here, if you’d like!” remarked Victor happily. “And Yuri, you don’t have to worry about a job. I'd brought everything with me, including my money.” Here, he blushed, looking a little sheepish and blushing just a little. It was probably an odd look on Victor, who was usually so confident about just everything. “I, um, not to brag, but…neither of us will need to worry about money for a while now. And, erm, I do teach lessons at the ice arena to make up for it. I guess my fame can go a long way even here.” Something could be said by being an Olympian, after all, a a gold medalist at that.
He shifted a little anxiously on the couch, not wanting to make Yuri feel out of place, but he felt like he needed to make this point. He took another bite of his meal in the process, the red still coloring his cheeks as he tried to admit this information to Yuri. He knew this wasn’t somethings Yuri would be used to seeing, especially this Yuri. This Yuri was more used to the ever confident Victor Nikiforov, the one who could wink openly in public and smile at his fans. He studied Yuri from behind his silvery fringe of hair, trying to determine how Yuri was feeling about this.