Yuri's turning away, but his hand is on Victor's arm, and Victor just cuddles a little closer, pulling himself forward as much as he's pulling Yuri back, and toeing off his shoes. Like he would at Yu-topia. Because it's polite. And they're in the way.

Perfectly content to wrap his arms around Yuri, and sway them both back and forth, while Yuri is talking to someone, and that's fine. The more the merrier. "We should all go to a hot spring."

There's room for everyone, right? He's fine with that. He like these people, even the two standing there that he doesn't know, phones up and faces pink. Cute. But not as cute as Yuri. No one is as cute as Yuri. With his glasses. And his caring. And his shaky self-confidence. And his family's hot spring, that he told Victor to come visit, so Victor did, and he's so glad, he's happy he did, because it's such a great place. "Hot springs..."

It's connecting in blurry lines that fade in and out, as he's letting Yuri go to fiddle with the button and fly of his pants. You can't wear pants in a hot spring, and not briefs, either.

"Hasetsu..." Yuri's yelling something at him, but Victor just waves him off, except there's a weight in his hand, and he blinks at it. Pants. Briefs. Oh, right. He wants a bath, and he's sick of these clothes. Besides, he doesn't know why Yuri's getting so upset: it's not like he hasn't seen Victor totally naked plenty of times in the past. In the hot spring. Which is one of Victor's all time favorite places. "Hasetsu hot springs...great place."

Waving his hand again, and letting go, forgetting where the pants and briefs go once they're past his fingertips, and beaming at Yuri. He's just helping, Yuri.

More people should go to Hasetsu. Everyone should.