Yuuri's not dead. He's clearly not okay either, but he's not dead and Victor is just fine being selfish enough to not care who is dead when Yuuri still isn't.

Victor sinks to the floor without protest as Yuuri's weight starts dragging him down. He's not in much of a state to remain standing either, adrenaline and relief making his knees weak and sheer exhaustion preying on his energy. He wraps his arms around Yuuri and holds him close, letting him cry into the relative cleanliness of his borrowed shirt. It takes him a moment to realize that he's crying too, tears dribbling down his neck when they reach his jawline. He cries more quietly than Yuuri, more a hitching of breath than outright sobs, but he's clinging just as hard as he's being clung to.