Victor wiggles under the covers himself and wraps himself around Yuuri like an octopus. He doesn't move to do anything other than cuddle; he's tired enough that he needs to muffle a yawn against Yuuri's shoulder. It's nice having him in his arms again, especially in the comfort of the bed rather than standing upright in the sonic shower.

"I hope you don't need to use the bathroom because I don't feel like moving," he tells Yuuri's shoulder, dropping another kiss there.