Maybe he really is tired of waiting. Maybe everything's just so scrambled he can't get ahold of anything. Maybe everything is just so bizarre that reality can't quite assert itself. He still doesn't really believe that there's anything special about him, that Victor's anything more than just bored and stuck with him for a few days, or just a playboy like the magazines made him sound. He wants him to be more than that, and not just because it would benefit him, but because he wants to like him when this is over, too. But his brain won't really let him believe it. He doesn't want to hope that much only to be let down.

But he's here and Victor obviously wants him, even if it's just a temporary thing, and isn't that what he's always wanted, too?

Yuuri kind of melts into the kiss a little bit, warming it slowly, at that hum from Victor and there's a slight motion of their mouths that makes him shiver, even in the heat and there's a spike of embarrassment, but it's not strong enough to overcome how badly he wants this. Not yet, anyway.