[Now that Victor was leaving him alone, harsh as that might sound, Yuri feels a lot better about living here. It's less stifling, and he was actually somewhat more inclined to spend time in the other man's company.

When the darkness gets to be a little too much and the silence makes his ears itch, Yuri picks himself up and pads to the studio, the path lit by lamps along the way. Why were there no candles? That would be more practical, wouldn't it? He'd have to suggest it later. And with that thought in mind he settles down on the floor beside Makkachin, scratching at the dog's ears as he nosed up onto his thigh to rest his head there.]

You're lucky you're covered in fur.