Yuuri's got enough strength left in him to not let Victor fall and feeling like he's holding some kind of precious cargo in his arms is a new feeling for him, but is one which both makes him profoundly uncomfortable and he falls in love with instantly, all the same. He could watch Victor stare at him like that forever, like Yuuri's the best thing he's ever seen even as his eyes look like they're barely able to focus.

He keeps not being sure how he got here. But he's going to stay here as long as he can.

Victor's easy to kiss like this, pliant and warm, and so he does. Reflexively, once he realizes Victor's lip is puffy, he licks at it while they kiss, both worrying at and soothing the little wound before he even considers what he's doing. The intimacy of it shocks him. How easy it was to do shocks him. And then, suddenly he's pulling back and burying his head into Victor's neck, shoulders shaking.

It's probably easy at first to mistake it for crying. The kiss obviously means he's okay with what just happened, but the whole thing was pretty intense. Having some kind of emotional drop after it wouldn't be alarming or unusual. And maybe that's what he's having, but in a different way than it looks like.

Because he's laughing. Soft, disbelieving, and so much in love it hurts a little bit and, after a moment he tips his head back and manages a soft, giddy,

"Oh my god."