[Victor hadn't been incredibly warm with Makkachin to cuddle up with, but it was at least bearable under his blankets. Once the dog scrambled away to Yuri, it wasn't so much. Too cold, too lonely, too betrayed... he throws a blanket over his shoulders and goes to the room one door over, peeking in to the darkness slowly before walking toward the glowing heater]

Makkachin left me to freeze-- I'm sleeping on the floor, Yuuri. [is the man even awake? Should he speak less hushed? Victor flops down onto the floor by the heater, sighing loud and relieved by the warmth]