[With nothing more than a prickle of heat in his cheeks, Yuuri slips his hand into Viktor's.]

We can pick up bags at the market, if you're that worried. [Makkachin startles a laugh out of him when he circles around him, almost getting his legs tangled up in the leash.] And treats for Makkachin while we're at it.

[His thoughts turn to the tribble sitting harmlessly on the bed in their new shared apartment.] You know, we never did figure out what Kon actually eats.