As Viktor sat upright, Yuuri let out a startled squeak, almost instantly trying to protest. “Vitya! You should be more careful about sitting up like that. I wouldn’t want your wound to get any worse than it was. I’m relieved it’s not, as it is.” But, Viktor’s words sank into his mind and he let out a gasp of surprise.
“That’s right! Your phone…you had pictures and videos of the night you really got to know me. And I had some things, too.” Including an embarrassing note that he was starting to write, that he planned on giving Viktor when he went back to Russia to train on his own before nationals. Yuuri padded down his pockets, his jaw dropping in surprise when he didn’t find his phone. Viktor wouldn’t find his, either, but Yuuri held out hope for a moment.
“Your phone…you always kept it in either your jacket pocket or pants pocket. I didn’t move it, but mine's gone. I had it in my jacket as we were on the plane coming back to Hasetsu.” Yuuri made to move to help Viktor look for his phone, but he pulled his hand back at the last minute, forgetting himself for a second. He blushed, looking down and folded his hands in his lap in embarrassment.
“Gomenasai,” he murmured softly, reverting to politeness when all else failed. He was being too familiar for someone who didn’t even remember him, and it struck Yuuri suddenly how often Viktor was close to him. How much he touched him and just how much he missed it, too. Himari, as if sensing his discomforts, finally left her perch by the window and jumped onto his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek and almost purring, if a dragon could make such a noise. It was soothing, relaxing, and he smiled softly just at the affection from the dragon. She wasn’t saying much right now, but Yuuri could feel her worry as if it were his own. He reached up with one hand and ran his fingers over her neck, keeping his gaze purposefully away from Viktor’s expression for now.