[That smile, he could look at that smile for decades and not grow sick of it, he's sure. So warm and unburdened, like for once Yuuri was forgetting his troubles and really enjoying himself. Victor wants to give Yuuri moments like these over and over--

He'll catch Yuuri in one of the fleeting kisses, pushing against it flopping the man backwards onto the bed with a playful grin. Before he can say anything, there's a voice to cut through the blissful moment. Yuuri's sister, luckily down the hallway, calling for her brother to help with something. Annoying, but at least it wasn't during... Victor asks, hushed]

Should you go?