The storms were crazy, Makka was scared, and understandably so. Victor was worried. It wasn't like the other storms, not this time. Victor thought he was handling it well enough. It seemed he was handling it better than Yuuri, at least.
When he found out Yuuri was coming over, though, he felt a bit more in a better mood. He was happy to put on a pot and start chopping. He could always warm everything back up, but having it ready made things simpler. Some things needed to be done last minute, but a little prep never hurt. The cafe had taught him that much.
He was still chopping the chocolate to add in when he heard the door, grinning big as he abandoned the kitchen to open it, quick to wrap his arms around Yuuri and pull him inside. "Yuuri! You made it. The milk is almost simmering. You're just in time." He nodded, pulling back and grabbing Yuuri's bag to drop it to the floor before grabbing his hand to lead him to the kitchen. "You look awful, Yuuri...you should really take care of yourself more."