"Yuri, calm down and remember."

The mood has shifted drastically, from amusement and relaxed delight to strain and worry, and Victor can feel it rolling off Yuri in waves. He keeps his own voice pitched even and calm, trying to get Yuri to focus. "It's the bag of nuts we just bought."

Not long ago, anyway. Evening is falling, a sheer veil over the city, but they hadn't been gone more than an hour. Two, at most. "It's a brown bag with green print."

Yuri doesn't seem to be listening, searching with increasing anxiety around the bench, and it's enough to start Victor wondering, worrying. It's been a long day (week, month, year), and he's beginning to feel a little tired, himself. Yuri, surely, must be feeling the strain.