It keeps not helping that the sweaters have wide enough necks to show off nearly every hickey, and his throat is a mess of them. His whole body is a map of the places Victor has claimed him and he likes feeling his clothing on top of all of that, though he's not sure if it's just one more way to pull Victor around him, or if it's his way of claiming something back.

There's a little, tiny voice in the back of his head, still quiet under both the peace and the inevitable worries, that wants to claim back, that wants to leave no doubt in Victor's mind that this isn't just about fanboying or convenience any more, if it ever was to begin with. But Yuuri's also still got more to sort through than Victor does, so it's not a very loud voice yet, brain still working madly on concepts like "having a boyfriend" and "not a virgin anymore".

And now "Victor possibly coming to Detroit".

"I just meant I'm not giving them up while it's still cold in Detroit," and no no no, that's a step back while he tries to explain the joke and he doesn't want that, "... and I don't know if I can wait until I've graduated and am back in Hasetsu to see you again." He looks down into his coffee, takes a little sip instead of looking at Victor for a moment, shyly.