"Are you?" Victor asks, sliding over to have his hands on Yuuri, to no one's surprise. Sometimes, he is predictable. He doesn't really grope or make it all that sexual, just hugging him from behind, hands dropped down below Yuuri's arms so he could finish his task of stocking the fridge. This scene is so nice to him, holding a lover during some plain domestic task. He buries his nose into Yuuri's hair and enjoys the smell of him after a day in the sunlight, walking around. It's a splash of shampoo and a little sunbaked sweat, Victor wants to commit it to memory and never let it slip away. Yuuri gets a kiss planted there soon after.

"Because to me, you're just right," mess or not, Victor wants Yuuri no other way than how he is.