Viktor didn't cry often, in fact, it happened so rarely that he didn't really register it until Yuuri, so infuriatingly calm, pointed out the tears. Viktor couldn't comprehend Yuuri's attitude. How could he just say that… that this was it. After how far they had come. If Yuuri was anyone else, Viktor would think that Yuuri was merely breaking off something he no longer needed. That now that they were engaged, and their future seemingly certain, Yuuri didn't need him as a coach anymore. But this was Yuuri. Viktor knew that there was no malicious intent behind this action. However, Viktor could hardly accept that Yuuri had chosen the best way to deal with it.
Their fight wasn't long, but it was taxing. Viktor had raised his voice, which he so rarely did, and Yuuri had fought back, and while Viktor was locking himself up in the bathroom, trying to calm down and stop the tears, he realized that they had never really reached a solution, merely put it off for later, both needing time to think and consider their options.
The tension between them remained as they settled into bed, a bit of distance between unlike the nights before, and Viktor clutched his blanket tight as he prepared for the tension to stay until after the free skate.
"I'm sorry," Yuuri said softly and Viktor shifted a little to look at Yuuri. In the moonlit night, Viktor could just make out that Yuuri was staring at the ceiling rather than at Viktor, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"But you did," Viktor retorted quickly, still angry with his dumb fiancé.
"I know," Yuuri sighed, "I thought this was what you wanted."
Viktor bit his lip, not wanting to say something that kept them going in circles, "You could have asked me," he said instead, suddenly feeling a lump in his throat as he fought back another flood of tears, "We could have talked about the future. Our future," Viktor added, needing Yuuri to know that no matter what happened, the future was still theirs to share.
"Yes," Yuuri said, sounding defeated, "I thought I knew you."
"You do," Viktor said quickly. No one knew him better than Yuuri, "But-" Viktor stopped to sort his thoughts, wanting to choose the right words, "I won't decided what to do out of consideration of what I think you want, and I want you to do the same. You do know me, better than anyone," Viktor rolled over to look at Yuuri more clearly, "But don't choose for me. Choose for you, and then we'll figure it out from there. Together."
Yuuri finally looked at Viktor, and took his hand in his, squeezing it tightly, "Yes," he said softly, "Together."