[Yuuri watches him go without saying anything, just giving a nod in confirmation that he'd heard. It isn't terribly surprising when Victor takes up the bathroom adjacent to his room, given that it's a little smaller and nearer by. He finishes his tea in silence while Makkachin meanders about then settles in with a rawhide chew he'd scrounged up from somewhere.

Eventually he stands, moving around the kitchen with a mission in mind.

The entire time the water is running in the bathroom, Yuuri is working, preparing pans, the rice cooker, a few different dishes, an apron tied on over his sweater to keep oil from splattering on it. He has a couple of bandages on his fingers by the time it's finished, but he's satisfied with the result. It smells right, and the sauce had come out nicely the last time he'd tasted it. He left both dishes there on the kitchen counter and fidgeted some as he moved around the living room to take his seat once more, swirling the dregs of his tea uselessly then simply draining off the last of the water and tossing the leaves. The longer Victor takes the more keyed up he gets.]