Yuri puts his hand over Otabek's. Flattening his palm against the bruise. Even with light touch there's a twinge. It's going to ache tomorrow. Every move reminding Yuri where it came from. How it got there.

Most importantly - who put it there.

"Definitely worth it," Yuri agrees. The smile on his face fierce and disbelieving at the same time. He tugs Beka in for another kiss.