[ "Releasing" Viktor, hm? He hadn't the faintest clue that he'd been trapped. Over the course of nine months this Viktor has had sun and beach, wonderful meals with a wonderful family and worked hard to help the man he loved become the competitor he was always meant to be. What terrible fate would Yuuri be saving him from?

Yes, he misses the ice. That's why he's coming back to it with fresh eyes that he only could have gotten because of Yuuri. Getting to finally compete on the same level with one another will be his greatest pleasure. He doesn't regret a single thing that got them to where they are now.

(Except making Yuuri cry. Viktor would like to have done that over.) ]

Oh, Yuuri~

[ Well if that comment isn't scientifically engineered to appeal to Viktor's joy centers he doesn't know what is!

...Whether it was meant to be a compliment or lamentation. Viktor holds surprise up as more than a professional motto~. Ah, if only they were inside, it wouldn't be so much of a pain to throw himself at Yuuri and have a good snuggle in thanks. ]

Never? I'd thought at least once or twice about what kind of wedding I would have!

[ All of which was as big and ostentatious as would suit Viktor's exit from the bachelor's market in theory, but in reality lie somewhere between that and Yuuri's (likely) preferred trip to the courthouse.

Viktor probably intends it to be sexy, brushing his fingers at the inside of Yuuri's knee but he's really been out in the cold too long. All Yuuri will feel are two long, thin ice cubes burning through his pants. ]

I'll help you~. There aren't any flowers you prefer? Decorations, location? Would you like a suit or a dress - oh! would you like me in a dress? That would be an unexpected development!

[ Then, Viktor's eyes flash, smile conspiratorial. ]

Any food you'd like to have on the menu?