Viktor meets him halfway. Wrapping him up tight, taking all the weight. It's another thing he accepts as the gift it is. Letting Yuuri just breathe for a moment. The taste of him still bright and salty on Viktor's lips.

Eventually there's a gentle brush of fingers through Yuuri's hair. Along with the fleeting thought of a haircut, but that is definitely for another time.

"Do you want to walk? Or may I carry you?"