Victor follows at Yuuri's heels, as quiet and obedient as a well-trained dog. It's like his perception of the world has narrowed down to the man in front of him. It's not like China, he'd still been aware of the crowds and the cameras when he'd flung himself onto the ice, they simply hadn't mattered. Now though, if there are other people in the halls as Yuuri leads him back to their quarters, Victor doesn't see them at all.

He wonders, distantly, if he might be going into shock.

The fog breaks a little when Makkachin and Phi-chan leap up to greet the two of them with doggy enthusiasm. Victor doesn't want Makkachin getting blood in his mouth either, so he checks his impulse to fling himself down on the floor and bury his face against his dog's chest. Instead he pats Makkachin's head, greeting him with a 'down, my darling, down' in Russian. It slows him down a little, but his grip on Yuuri's hand ensures that Yuuri will stop rather than pull free and leave him behind.