A tanned hand searched the covers to find them empty. The spot where he usually found the snuggly Russian was almost cold. Grabbing his glasses from the nightstand, he made an attempt to look at the small clock across the room.

But the soft green glow of the numbers were nowhere to be found.

"Hmmmm…"

He felt Makkachin stir at his feet as he reached over to grab his phone. He narrowed his eyes at the brightness, turning it down almost immediately.

0003.

A yawn escaped from Yuuri as he rubbed his eyes under his glasses, the state of charge on his phone was at 67%, which judging by the darkness outside that the power had been out since the storm rolled through.

He wondered if Viktor was in the bathroom. The ravenet slid out from under the blankets and using the flashlight app on his phone, made his way out of the bedroom.

He was greeted by a shut bathroom door. Yuuri was about to turn and head towards the kitchen for some water when soft whispers caught his ears.

"все будет хорошо…(vse budet khorosho/everything will be okay.)"

The sad string of Russian kept flowing. Yuuri knocked softly on the door.

"Vitya?"

No answer but the whispering had stopped. He reached a tanned hand for the doorknob, twisting it gently to see if it was unlocked. That was when quiet sobs fell on his ears. Chocolate hues peered into the dark bathroom, searching for the Russian.

Yuuri slipped easily between the crack in the door and in that moment, he spotted Victor behind the door, knees against his chest and hands over his ears. The Japanese skater shut the door as quietly as he could behind him, in an attempt not to startle Victor. A few taps later and the ravenet turned his phone screen side down, the bright flash on the back of his phone illuminating the ceiling, creating a soft light.

It was strange. Something Yuuri would never get used to. Seeing sides of Victor that only he would ever see. He slowly knelt down in front of the other, tanned hand reaching out cautiously touching those pale cheeks.

They were soaked.

Victor almost startled poor Yuuri by suddenly looking up, his eyes held pure fear. Tears brimmed those silvery eyelashes. It caused Yuuri's heart to ache.

"О возлюбленная…(O vozlyublennaya/Oh sweetheart…)"

Those turquoise hues were staring straight at, and yet through the Japanese skater. It was almost as if Victor's mind was lost somewhere. Hands still on his cheeks, Yuuri leaned forward pressing a soft kiss onto Victor's lips.

A gasp escaped past those pale lips as those beautiful eyes came into focus, starting back at chocolate ones. A lump grew in Victor's throat as tears ran heavily down his cheeks and over Yuuri's fingers.

With a angelic smile, he gently tugged Victor's hands away from his ears, leading the silver-haired Russian across the bathroom. Victor still hadn't mustered words, and the tears were still flowing as Yuuri rested his back against the opposite wall.

It was such a familiar ease, Victor slid comfortably between his legs. Those pal arms slinked around his waist. He rested against Yuuri's chest, right where his heart would be. Tanned fingers began to card through those silver locks.

"I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you…"

The ravenet could feel the tears seeping through his night shirt. The fingers on his other hand encircled Victor's chin, coaxing the Russian to look up at him. It was such a beautiful mix of turquoise and cognac.

"Then I saw you were not perfect and I love you even more…"

Another kiss on those lips before Yuuri encouraged Victor to rest his head back against his chest, fingers back to playing in the now tousled locks. A deep humming noise came from Yuuri, and a smile crossed Victor's lips as he recognized the song.

Stay close to me.

"Yuuri…"

He was interrupted by the index finger of his free hand.

"We can talk later…"

Victor sniffled softly, finally easing his tears to an end with the sound of the ravenet's heart in his ear. Nothing has ever had such a calming effect on him.

"Как я попал так повезло…(Kak ya popal tak povezlo/How did I get so lucky?)"