Victor squeezes his eyes shut against the dark. It doesn't strictly make sense, but he does it anyway. Unfortunately, the inside of his eyelids isn't a pleasant place right now, so he opens then again and blinks as his eyes adjust.

They're twined together against the mattress, and Yuuri's still pressing kisses to his head even though Victor knows that Yuuri's tired. There's something here that needs talking about before they can sleep, but Victor isn't sure how to start forming the words for it.

"I've been thinking," he says, not quite knowing what he's going to say. "I've been thinking...when we get home, after the Grand Prix."

He can't imagine leaving Yuuri after the Grand Prix, now.