Yuri is already not prepared for how to answer the well of chagrin that rises at Victor's first question -- he hadn't been asleep right when the door opened, but he hadn't been awake long before that, a question without answer when Yuri's eyes had first gone to Chris and someone else hearing whatever that answer might be. Which makes him utterly and absolutely prepared for the way Victor suddenly decides to throw his towel to the window or the ceiling and come leaping for him.

The screech of surprise he lets out at the coming onslaught of first Victor, then Chris in the air right behind him, is already undignified, which makes the one when Victor suddenly is landing on him, and then Chris right after, even more so. As he's stuttering in shock while the water from the pool soaks into his sleep sweats instantly, slapping hard against whatever last dregs of sleep and fuzz were left in his brain. "You-you're freezing!"

There's already trying to curl up and pull away, shoving at the both of them. "Quit clinging to me!" And if shock wasn't enough, the blood rising in his face. Shocked cold stealing his sleep warmth with a stab through cloth and skin, there's also, needing to be clear about: "The both of you!"

Because it's not even Victor, and Yuri's brain isn't even to processing Chris's hands except with a flashing red light and a need to attempt to skitter backward even faster.