There's a tiny bit of mirth there, in his face, but it's more of a holy shit that's too cute variety than a laughing at him kind.

Yuuri shifts, suddenly, to pull himself up the pillows so Victor can rest his head on his chest instead of the other way around, and he can actually get his arms around him. He cards his fingers through his hair, gently,

"Thunderstorms are one of the few things I'm not afraid of, so I'll keep you safe," he's not sure that really makes a whole lot of sense, but he's also a little drifty, in the aftermath of everything they've done this morning. Spending some time lounging in bed alternatively dozing and cooing at Victor seems like the perfect idea right now.