Yuri rolls in on himself, like some small animal trying to get away from a prodding finger, but all it does is make him look even cuter, and Victor's smile just widens. Cute hardly seems the word, when he's watched Yuri light the ice on fire with Eros and win the love of the entire audience with his story during Yuri on Ice, but it fits. Nothing else quite does.

Mussed hair, bleary eyes, flushed cheeks, and the way he's patting around himself, looking for something –– oh, his glasses.

Victor's not sure where they are, only knows he's not sitting on them.

But that reminds him: "Yuri."

All his amusement tied up in that one word, warm and fond and just on the edge of a laugh. "What are you doing over here?"

In his bed, he means. Not that it matters in a hotel, and not that he minds –– quite the opposite –– but it was a surprise, despite being a nice one, and last night is foggy. Well ... last night is ...

Pretty much a blank slate.

But his memory is poor at the best of times, so it's possible he just forgot whatever chain of events led to this delightful result, so he'd like to be reminded.

What they were, and if they can, at some point in the future, be replicated. "You slept in your clothes?"

How strange.