He shifts backwards, but so does Yuri, following him until he's flat against Victor's chest again, and Victor's arms can firm around him again. Leaving Yuri's head resting against his collarbone and shoulder, low enough Victor's cheek is in his hair and at his temple, and his mouth is at Yuri's ear. Last week, after that night in Shanghai, or even only a few days ago, he'd be taking advantage of this position to run the edge of his teeth delicately along the shell of Yuri's ear, or mouthing his way down the line of Yuri's neck, but tonight feels different.

Calmer. Sweeter? The only heat rising a slow and steady welling of gratitude in his chest. (All of this could have ended so differently, and so badly, for both of them.)

"Didn't I say you should get to bed right after you watched Yurio?"

Yuri's ear is right there, so his voice is pitched low, barely making its way out of his chest, where he can feel it vibrate against Yuri's back. And isn't that a novelty, too? "You need to get some rest."

So does he. So does Maccachin. All of them could use a good night's sleep, uninterrupted and uncurtailed by alarms or morning workouts. There's plenty to talk about, but they can do that in the quiet of a darkened room, can't they? He's not sure it's necessary to have the rest of the exhibition on. Exhibition skates are fun, but they're hardly indicative of what Yuri's rivals can actually do, and will never appear in competition. Thus, they're not worth staying up for.

At least, not tonight. "Aren't you tired?"