Yuri's POV

Otabek had gone to his hotel by now, and I was in my room, hugging a pillow to my chest. Once the idiots were sober, I forced them to do the clean up. I had lost all energy and enthusiasm, not that I had much earlier. I knew I had really screwed up this time... Any chances I had probably just flew out the window. I hate myself. I hate Chris. I hate alcohol. I hate that pig and Vikt-

There was a soft knock at my door, before it was opened. I didn't look as I told whoever it was to "Go away". They didn't. In stead, they sat on the edge of my bed, the weight of the person causing the bed to dip. I looked up from my pillow, seeing it was Viktor. If looks could kill, I was hoping this would murder him.

"Yurio- um, Yuri, I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Sorry doesn't do shit." I grumbled back. The look of regret on Viktor's face actually made me want to forgive him. Instead, I just hid my face in the pillow once again at let him speak.

"We shouldn't have done something like that, we shouldn't have gotten drunk in your house. I- I don't know why I told him, because even though I may be annoying to you, I still care. I'll try to make it right, I promise." Vitkor says.

"I agree you shouldn't have GOTTEN DRUNK IN MY HOUSE" I practically scream at him crying.

"Are you crying?" VIktor says.

"What's it to you?" I snap back.

"Look I'm sorry okay?" Viktor snaps.

I don't believe him. Wait did he snap?! I was supposed to be the one having a breakdown, which I was but I'm fine now, but what's up with him? He apparently saw the confusion on my face, because he sighed.

"I'm just... love is a sensitive subject right now, since Yuuri and I got in a fight, and I was hoping that coming here would make things better, like it would be a distraction or something. But I've seemed to just have ruined your chances now. I feel so bad, and I just don't-"

He was cut off by something that surprised him, as well as myself. I was hugging him. We both needed someone right now, and despite me saying I always hated him, he wasn't THAT bad I guess...

"You said you'd make it better, you promised, so I believe you. I-if... if there's anything... you want me t-to help with, I-I guess you could just t-tell me?" I stammered. I wasn't used to offering for help, but I guess this would make it fair? I mentally let out a sigh of relief when Viktor smiled. This is a first for me...

We shook hands, sealing the deal. Maybe helping Viktor get with his pig again will help me in this whole 'love' thing...?