[he's behind where Yuri is seated, leaning his chest against the man's back and looking over his shoulder. He can make out Yuri's expression in somewhat profile. This is too strong, right? Victor thinks he should back up, but he wasn't blocking Yuri in, the man could bail from the seat to either side, Victor's arms crossing behind his own back.]

I brought you home, Yuri. Maybe it was protective, I really didn't want you falling into the wrong hands. [he considers the robbery a moment, and Yuri's utter lack of memory of the part]

Very glad I did, too.