[His face heats up again--at this rate it's just going to stay this way permanently. He's a little shocked by how straightforward Victor is about all this, but he supposes being presented with a clear cut answer is better than the alternative. Relief worms itself into his chest. Whatever happened last night, at least he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of his idol--or so he hopes. Things always get a little dicey with him when there's alcohol involved.]

Thank you for bringing me back here, then. [Yuuri murmurs. It's still so surreal to him, but he is grateful that Victor was apparently looking out for him.]

I, um... [He glances up at Victor, trying to push back the rising mortification at what he has to ask, and failing miserably.] Might have to borrow something to wear until I can get my things from the hotel. [The words rush out in one breath, probably just a little incomprehensible. After everything, it's too much to hope that Victor managed to collect his belongings before they left.]