As Yuuri finger-combs the rest of the blood out of Victor's hair, Victor buries his hands in Yuuri's, loosening the remaining soot enough for the sonic waves to carry it away. He blinks slowly as Yuuri presses their foreheads together, feeling some of the tension flow out of his back and down his spine.

It's not at all like the onsen in here, but it's far from the worse thing Victor has had to deal with today.

"Mmm," he hums in agreement, letting his hand slide from Yuuri's hair to the back of his neck, slowly rubbing a circle over Yuuri's pulse point with his thumb. "You're right, it is."