When Victor reached out again, Yuri didn't fight it. He could even feel a little proud that he didn't tense up on instinct. The touching wasn't bad, at all, even if it was still new. He smiled a little again, glad that Victor slept well enough, and he nodded. "I slept...well." He had, probably better than he had since he'd gotten here. He had to hesitate at the question, though, and the very obvious implications that came along with it. Not getting a bed meant that Yuri was accepting the idea that he'd be sleeping in Victor's bed. His Yuri. That would mean Victor was his, or would be, at least, right?
"No," he admitted, voice soft again. Shifting, he moved in a little closer into Victor's hold, his warmth, letting his eyes fall closed. He did want this. Being with Victor. He moved his arm to somewhat drape over Victor in turn, then tighten around him so he could tuck his head in more at Victor's shoulder. "I want to hold on a little bit longer to Victor." Victor. His Victor. "I can get my things later."