[as Yuri busies himself with the closer sink, Victor goes to the second one, grabbing his tooth brush and just idly watching Yuri go about his business until he retreats to the darker room.

Victor is leaning against the the door frame, casually brushing and watching the other man crawl back to bed. He perks both eyebrows when Yuri begins yelping.]

You feeling alright? There's some water and aspirin on the night stand. And your glasses. [brush brush brush]