[Oh no. No no no. He knows that look. That's the look everyone gave him when they pulled him starving and sick out of captivity, and every time he skipped a meal or stayed up all night to avoid the nightmares. He doesn't know what to do in the face of that look.] We? [His voice is small, and it sucks. His hands are limp in Yuuri's.] I don't like to be touched, please.