After pressing his lips against Yuuri’s knuckles for a brief moment, he squeezed the hand he held, dragging a reassuring thumb across it. Instead of speaking, he simply watched Yuuri with loving eyes, brows set in a caring, gentle gaze.
Yuuri blinks, the words registering slowly, one by one before---"Uh..... d-did you mean the *position* or...?" his cheeks are burning and his stomach twists. He's not quite sure if this is all some part of an elaborate joke, but he prays to god that it is.