[Victor doesn't get it. HJe's so used to getting what he wants that when he doesn't, it's alarming and he doesn't seem to know how to cope. At least, that's the conclusion that Yuuri's come to, huddled down in the couch while waiting for the house to warm up.

He draws his knees up in front of him with his hands tucked in between this thighs as he looks up at Victor, looking rather tired even at the offer of tea.]

Do we have any ginger left?