<blockquote>“Ne, ne, Yuuuuri,” Victor says, clearly enjoying himself, “so it’s like that, is it?”
It’s like nothing, Yuri thinks furiously, except he can’t actually say it because it’s exactly like that. The back of his neck is sweating. He feels as though it’s written on his forehead in big neon letters, KATSUKI YURI IS TOTALLY INTO EVERY WEIRD THING VICTOR NIKIFOROV DOES.</blockquote>
