Even though he knows it's needed, he doesn't want Yuri to move, so when Yuri stills against him, and then starts carefully moving his legs, fingers releasing from his hair, Victor only makes an unhappy noise and presses his forehead in closer, before looking back up at Yuri like he's been betrayed.

Except Yuri's not smiling anymore, like he's amused and sort of exasperated by Victor's histrionics but finds them a little cute as well, and whatever teasing complaint Victor was about to lodge gets wiped out in a blink. "What's wrong?"

Because it looks wrong. Not annoyed at having to move, not rolling his eyes at Victor who can never understand why everything can't just always go his way. Wrong. Wrong like the way he looked in the elevator, when Victor teased him about kissing him on the street and Yuri thought he was apologizing for the part about the kissing itself, and not the one about being on the street.

In short: not what he wants to see when Yuri had previously just been wrapped around him and gasping out his name, or laughing at how glum he is at the very prospect of moving and letting go. He's not sure what prompted it, but whatever it was, it's become his new priority.

The tray can wait a few more minutes. "Yuri?"