[That definitely isn't helping the blush fade at all. Yuuri peeks up at Victor, his words striking a chord of curiosity in him.]
So you're... [He clears his throat, appearing to brace himself for whatever Victor's answer might be.] You're not upset that I don't, um. Remember what happened at the banquet?
["Interesting" isn't a word he'd use to describe himself, honestly, and since Victor hadn't seemed to recognize him when he offered a picture together... Yuuri can only assume he'd caught Victor's attention when he was drunk. It wouldn't bother him so much if those pictures hadn't painted him as a completely different person.]
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So you're... [He clears his throat, appearing to brace himself for whatever Victor's answer might be.] You're not upset that I don't, um. Remember what happened at the banquet?
["Interesting" isn't a word he'd use to describe himself, honestly, and since Victor hadn't seemed to recognize him when he offered a picture together... Yuuri can only assume he'd caught Victor's attention when he was drunk. It wouldn't bother him so much if those pictures hadn't painted him as a completely different person.]