Yuuri licks his lips, also experimentally, catches some of what's all over his face and neck and hair. He squints one eye shut on the worst side to protect it, but it makes the look a little saucy without him meaning to, like he's winking even though it's practical. It doesn't taste all that bad-- not really pleasant, but not gross either, exactly. He does actually reach for some toilet paper to get the worst of it off before he even stands back up, though, because otherwise it's going to make a bigger mess, but it doesn't seem to totally halt his own momentum or signal an end, either, if the way he helps clean Minami up is any indication.

There is a little moment of tension as he comes back up to his feet, though, because he's not actually sure Minami is going to want to keep going. He's... weirdly okay if he doesn't, actually. Things feel strangely settled in his head, now, a calmness he's not used to in the past two months.