"You're welcome. You deserve it," he can't quite say that he does too, but he wants to give Viktor that all the same, feels it even if he's not quite bold enough to say it, yet, so he reaches out, hopes Viktor can hear the things he doesn't say, "I like... that we match a little better now." He blushes, hides his face in Viktor's shoulder to get it out, clings a little. He trusts it not to change the mood, until he can gather himself after that confession. But he also still feels like everything is knocked a little sideways in him by all of this, the nearer they get to leaving, the more vulnerable he's feeling, a little nervous, he doesn't want to leave the cocoon Viktor's created here, doesn't want to face the salespeople Viktor's protected him from, doesn't want to see the total. He's going to do all of that, he knows he can do it. But it's twisted up inside him like an oncoming train.

"Please tell me that slow fucking me wearing the scarf counts as a treat." It's one of those moments where he's so far pushed past everything that all that's left is the truth. He doesn't even blush.