Victor flinches when Yuuri touches his hair, free hand lashing out to catch Yuuri's and pull it close to inspect the fingertips. The blood in his hair was red and dried to brown, there's nothing of the black ichor that the Faceless fed to the others to transform them, but what if, what if--

He releases Yuuri's hand (the one he'd touched him with, not the one with their fingers twined together) and take a deep, shuddering breath. He lets it out slowly and raises his eyes to meet Yuuri's, to make sure he hasn't scared him.