Viktor has learned to read this too. There's a low chuckle as Yuuri sinks against him. The shared warmth pooling between them in the quiet. They have both earned this aftermath. Over and over again. It still feels like getting hit by a train. This time even more then usual

He finds himself toying with the ends of the scarf. Winding them around his fingers. Letting them drift across Yuuri's skin.

"Thank you," he says at last. For this, for the shopping, and just - being here.