Even without waking up in the same bed, he's seen Yuri barely awake and blinking sleep out of his eyes on plenty of occasions, and he still isn't over it. How could he be? Yuri's hair is all flattened on one side and rumpled on the other, and his eyes are bleary and slow, and that tiny reminder of a smile is so sweet it makes Victor's heart want to burst. "I told you to."

Sleep. Said he'd wake Yuri up once they were home, and they are, but he's still sitting here, hand curved against Yuri's head, thumb running gently over his temple, just off the corner of his eyebrow. "I'm sorry to have to wake you up, but you'll be able to go back to sleep again soon. Once the exhibition is done."

He knows well enough now not to argue that Yuri should just go to bed and watch the exhibition tomorrow, but he almost wants to anyway. Yuri looks barely awake, not at all like he'll be able to make it upstairs without just collapsing. He loves to sleep almost as much as he loves to eat, and he deserves both for today and tomorrow.

He's pretty sure that saying so would have Yuri snapping awake more quickly than he'd want, though, so he refrains. "I don't know if your parents are up, but if they are, I'm sure they'll want to welcome you home before they go to bed."

Which means they should get out of the car, and Victor should absolutely lean back and unbuckle his seatbelt to let Maccachin out and get Yuri's luggage.

Not lean forward to kiss Yuri's forehead, but that's what he does anyway. "Welcome home, Yuri."