Viktor "exploits" this ruthlessly. Handing out cheerful orders to the salespeople, shuffling Yuuri from one outfit to the next. Making sure this fits and that gets tucked in just so. Slowly a pile of clothes builds. Each piece beautiful just for the permission in it, a yes Viktor never expected to have.

They do not sell shoes here. But somehow a few pairs appear anyway. However Viktor's arranged that? Never mind. It means they don't have to leave, risk shifting this amazing moment they've stumbled into.

Viktor holds up a pair of black sneakers. Flat, as promised, and understated in a way that can only mean they're absurdly expensive.

"Can I help you with these?"