Victor is suddenly not trying to walk forward, but sways more into him, insistent, chin and cheek bumping the side of Yuri's head, his temple, his eye, making him wince slightly. Though it is more surprise, along with Victor's suddenly dead set focused voice (even slurred, even no longer pristinely cultured English), needing his attention, needing him to listen, than anything even remotely like hurt.

"Okay." He's trying to rebalance them. They really are so close. When he's tightening his fingers in the jacket in case Victor decides to suddenly move in any other direction right after, even as his other hand is catching the front of Victor. Not quite sure what he'd aimed for, but ending up somewhere below his shoulder and not quite the center of his shirt, and to keep them moving.

Trying to make his voice placating, even when he's uncertain what will help.

"Okay. You didn't forget." Whatever he didn't forget. Whatever it is that seems suddenly so important to Victor that it's replaced any other focus he'd had about complaining about the hotel being too far, or wanting Yuri to stay. About, he doesn't know.

He tries, maybe for distracting, while tugging Victor forward still, adding quietly and more gently chidingly, "That's definitely not something you would do."

Except for how it absolutely kind of is. Which they all know.
His showmanship and his showing up not exactly on the same lines.