He doesn't miss his mother's beaming face. Even if his mother seems not entirely to have grasped who Victor is -- possibly to the world or Yuri, even though his walls were covered with those same posters for most of his life, and those five years even when he wasn't here, untouched the way he left it -- she has taken to him with a shine.

Grateful with his joy, glad for the company he's brought. Glowing at his praise, and her obvious happiness at watching Victor drag him off, out of his room and into the sun, handing off food, and still crowing about it himself, while he eats it. Yuri took his, chewing it slowly, wondering where exactly this was going.

He'd have a better theory on why and what, if it weren't for the way Victor was smiling and so buoyant.

There's another bite, before, "What would you usually have back home?"