The words come in loud and clear -- even the unspoken ones. But they can't sit on the floor and hold each other and kiss forever.

Oh, the kissing and holding each other forever, that they can do. It's mostly the floor part that's objectionable.

Yuuri finally stops, eyes closed, his forehead pressed against Victor's, and tries to catch his breath. Somehow the crying stopped in the middle there somewhere. He pulls away and wipes at his face.

Then he looks down at the floor.

"The floor's cold," he says, because there's a bed, and it'd be a lot more comfortable to comfort each other in it.

He finally lets go, but only so he can stand up shakily, hold his hand down to help Victor up, and lead him to the bed.