I'll shut off the lights. [Victor wasn't particularly tired, but he wants to lay beside Yuuri, he wants it very badly. He'll get up and click the TV off, then the too many lights in the room. Makkachin curled up at the foot of the bed, Victor slides under the covers beside Yuuri, head rested on his own pillow to give him the most literal bedroom eyes, though it's probably not all that obvious in the dark]