Yuri's looks up and over, not much of either required with Victor right there agaisnt him, tries not to look a shade away from amused. It's not anywhere the first time he's heard Victor whine about something, but it's the first time if came out sounding like a child's sulking. With that huff of a breath that sent all the hair on Yuri's head anywhere near him blown briefly, by him instead of the wind this time, warm instead of cold just for a second, since he hasn't let go of holding on to or leaning on to Yuri.

As though this walk had suddenly become untenable to bear.

Victor's not always good at being patient, but this is ... it's almost ... what is the word?

It's faintly warm against the hooks of Yuri's ribs, and there's half an urge to roll his eyes and half an urge to smile.

Something that calls him impossible but is utterly woven through with that warmth, almost shaking his head at the whole of it. That isn't a no by any sense, but the final escape of this ruefully unnamed feeling inside of him, when he raises a hand and points at a tall hotel building shining in the far distance.

"It's right there. You can even see it now." Not exceedingly close, but not all that far.
Not nearly as far as Yuri has gotten used to running nearly everyday.