Yuri clings to Otabek on the way over. Because it's true, he feels every inch of what they've been doing. And doesn't want to let go of it. Not before he has to. There's a small grunt as he's settled on the toilet.

He finds himself mesmerized by the scratches. How they stretch and pull over the muscles in Beka's back. The landscape of it changed, because of him. Yuri looks down at his hands. There's blood under one of the nails, drying a dark red.

"I didn't - I didn't hurt you, did I?"