It's 2% about the jeans. They've both got flights tomorrow, when is Yuri going to have time to do more laundry?!

"Okay. Fine."

Yuri tucks himself behind Otabek. Wrapping both arms around his waist. This is familiar, settling, even if the vibrations back here aren't much better. And if he lays his cheek against Beka's back, breathes deep - who's going to see?