"No, no... I understand," Yuuri manages a nervous smile, "I need one too."

He'll try and relax his posture, approaching the second controller and bringing his hands out of the sleeves of the sweater that's purposefully a couple sizes too big for him. It feels a little like he's leaving a hiding place, even if they're only his hands.

"Racing games weren't really my favorite back home, so yeah you'll probably beat me easily."

Being so casual about everything is hard. Inside, he's an absolute mess, but he's trying his best not to let his tone or his eyes show it.