Yuri has never been so aware of any stretch of skin in his life. His own sweater is higher, but he didn't have to resort to a turtleneck. That would be a dead giveaway.

(Even so, he is maybe not fooling certain people at this party. Viktor seems to be smirking more then usual. Or maybe Yuri's just being paranoid?)

"Hey," he nods.

Great. One word out without attacking Otabek's neck. Hell, he should get a gold medal just for that.