[Yuuri sits up and paws the sleep out of his eyes, then rubs his hand up over his shoulder where there's still a little bit of lingering warmth from Victor's hand.

He's never seen Victor like this before. He'd never even imagined getting the opportunity. He reaches out gingerly with the notion to tuck some of the man's hair back behind his ear, but he stops himself. Dumb. He's being dumb. He can't just do things like that after trying as hard as he has not to let himself get swept up in the weirdly whimsical way Victor seems to live. Propriety is the key here.

So Yuuri eases out of bed then carefully pulls the blankets back up over Victor, leaving him there with the dog to still keep him company. He wanted to go and try to find coffee to get it started before the man woke up.]