While he was just as confused, he slowly put the pillow down, trying to figure out why Yuuri seemed so… upset about the merchandise. He must’ve seen other merchandise of famous skaters and after his last amazing performance at the GPF, it wasn’t surprising that there were many fans around, wishing to own shirts and pillows with Yuuri’s face on them. It could be bizarre sometimes but it wasn’t unusual. And at another glance at the shirt he wore, there wasn’t anything in particular that could be bothering him — there was a time where a batch of pillows of Viktor had dark blond hair for example. Now, that was horrible — his hair was platinum, not blond. 

                    Before he could trail off, he focused his attention on the other, a small frown on his face as he replied. “I… Why wouldn’t I? These were brilliant performances and you are an amazing skater— I believe there’s nothing wrong with commemorating those moments.” As he spoke softly, he walked around the corner to get closer to Yuuri, putting his hands on the other’s shoulders, trying to meet his eyes. He had to get to the bottom of this — as obvious as Viktor could be, it wasn’t difficult to say that something was wrong. 

                     “I won’t if you don’t want me to —” In truth, he’d love to brag about his fiancé and his stunning performances but was it worth seeing Yuuri genuinely down about it ? Of course not. “Why are you so upset about them ? There aren’t any misprints or anything — I’d say they’re even a better batch than mine.”