Victor squeezes Yuuri's hand a smiles faintly, but it's more of a Victor Nikiforov, living legend smile than anything Yuuri's gotten from Victor since last year's Grand Prix banquet. It's the kind of smile a man could wear while bleeding out internally.

Maybe if he were a less selfish person, he'd sit here and keep talking until Yuuri's finished purging his guilt. But he's not any less selfish than he is, and he wants to get clean and to have Yuuri be clean and cuddle until they can both fall asleep without seeing horrible things on the insides of their eyelids.

"Do we have to check you out with the doctors before we can leave?" he asks, since Yuuri had been in a private room rather than out where people go as soon as the doctors finished healing their bruises and scrapes.