( Viktor laughs, light and airy, reaching out to clasp Yuuri's shoulder and give it a brief squeeze.)

Cheering at a warm up might be a little unorthodox.

( Michele would be able to handle himself. He'd been here last year; Yuuri had placed in over him this year, and Viktor doubts Michele feels anything directed at Yuuri for that reality. Each skater competes most with themselves first. Beating their own scores and expectations; it's the step after that which turns outward, into enthralling everyone in the audience with what they've pulled out of themselves. )

We can head over once you're fed and dressed.

( He tips his head to the side, smile going rakish right before he walks past Yuuri. )

I'd hate to be accused of dragging you around when you weren't decent.

( Personally, he figures he could drag Yuuri around as he is right now and get away with it just fine, but for a tease to be a tease, there has to be some element of truth behind it. These still are the clothes Yuuri slept in. How scandalous! He's so, so... layered!

The confession tripping around on the back of his tongue slips away again, mired in the amused fondness settling in his chest. )