If it had been easy for Victor to tell when Yuuri tensed up in the shower, it's impossible to miss it now. He rubs a circle on his back, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out again.

"I don't want to leave you." Even though he says the words softly, the sentence cracks in the middle, the way it usually does only when he's very sad and very drunk and alone. Except for Makkachin, of course, who whines from the edge of the bed in response.