That annoyed note lodges somewhere in the taut space between his shoulder blades, too, smarting and tightening something there and lower, as Yuri's closing the water bottle and holding it back out to Victor. Doing what he asks, even if it feels like it takes effort this morning. The kind of effort it hasn't taken in so long he'd forgotten it could feel like a trying effort.

Looking at Victor -- just at Victor -- looking down at him. Especially now that he's leaning more out toward Yuri.

Making Yuri focus, but his chest tighten. Certain uncertainty that he's earned whatever might come next.