Victor had been worried sick. Ever since he saw the message from Yuri about the green monster, he'd been staring between the screen and pacing back and forth anxiously. He'd even tugged at his hair helplessly, worried that he'd seen a strand of his hair falling out in his panic over Yuri.
As for Victor, he knew exactly how he felt. He'd known how he'd felt ever since that moment at the banquet, when the adorable, drunk Yuri had been dancing with him and begged him to be his coach. When he'd seen his talent skating, Victor had been powerless to ignore that request and had instantly come to Hasetsu, not knowing that Yuri hadn't remembered that night. He remembered those lonely, awkward nights at the beginning when Yuri couldn't even speak to him. Things certainly had changed.
He may act dramatic, but that was Victor Nikiforov, especially when it came to Yuri. Currently, he was settled on the sofa near the window, gazing out quietly as he waited for Yuri to come back. Makkachin rested between his legs and he was panting happily as Victor scratched behind his ears, holding the dog close. He was dressed in simple lounge pants and a loose t shirt, not trying to be sexy by any means.
He looked up as Yuri walked in, beaming happily over at him. "Welcome home, Yuri." He was calmer now, more relaxed especially now that Yuri was at his side. "You were very brave today." He didn't want to scare Yuri away. In public, he could be as anxious as he needed to be, but Victor when he was with just Yuri tended to be calmer. At least, with certain things. He definitely could be extra too.