Yuuri sort of gets why Victor would have fallen a little in love with him last night. He doesn't remember last night, still, but stripper poles with Chris and taking off all his clothes and generally being wild and sexy and uncaring? That he understands. That man makes sense to fall in love with.

This morning he's locked Victor out of his bedroom and panicked and cried on his dog and presumed on his company and has just generally been a pretty terrible guest and then has presumed on his hospitality on top of that. And yet, somehow here they are and he's half-naked on top of him on his couch and Victor's making jokes about not wanting to slap him and is calling him things like beautiful? And that makes no sense.

And he's got no idea what to say to that last bit, and so he just leans down, instead, and goes back to kissing him.