Victor's breath catches in his throat when Yuuri speaks again. He hasn't strictly studied a lot of Japanese, relying on a combination of a phrase book, immersion, Yuuri, and his own charming personality to get him through the day-to-day life in Hasetsu. But he had looked up information about love and romance, back in the early days in the hopes of figuring out how to talk to Yuuri without him fleeing the room. It had been educational, if not strictly useful until this very moment.

It's the first time either of them has said the words, in any language, but oh have they been just behind his teeth for months.

He pulls back away from Yuuri's neck, just enough that he can respond in kind, his accent muffing the syllables. Then he repeats himself, in French, in Russian. He presses his lips to the pulse in Yuuri's throat and whispers words they both understand in a language that neither of them speak:

"Stammi vicino, non te ne andare."