( He wonders if this is a defensiveness against... well, a hurt, he supposes? He's not sure. He simply keeps his loose, comfortable hold on Yuuri, humming in the back of his throat, staying relaxed. )

I was happy when I saw them.

( He admits, quietly contemplative. )

It's flattering, too, but mostly I was touched. I wanted to do something for you in return. Signing just seemed...

( Viktor trails off, mentally shrugging. Natural, he supposes. )