Some part of Viktor registered just how heartbreaking this must be for Yuuri, that Viktor didn't remember him; according to Yuuri they had been engaged, lovers, and were the situation reversed, he knew would probably feel the same. He couldn't imagine having fallen in love with someone, only to have them forget who you were entirely, to have them be right there, but also totally inaccessible. He felt bad because he couldn't remember feeling anything for him, and guilty because he didn't feel worse about that. Mostly, he was tired. Tired, in pain, and more than a little lost.
"I have no idea, either," he said, looking up at Yuuri and then looking away quickly, because meeting his eyes was awkward and he didn't know what he could say to make any of this better.
"I suppose... we might as well stay here. Or, well, I intend to stay here. I don't mind if you do too, although if you wanted your own space, I would understand that. If someone owns this place and comes back, well... I suppose we can just tell them what happened and hope they'd understand."
I don't think this house is claimed by anyone, Dom observed from beside his shoulder. It doesn't smell occupied.