Covering the moment from the show most obviously in need of Chris N Vic-ifying!
"I'm surprised you didn't immediately start stripping when you came by the pool," Victor says, sipping at his drink. Beside him, Chris stretches out on his pool chair, all ease and relaxation. He's been this way ever since he got to Barcelona, which is more than can be said of his fellow competitors. Grand Prix Finals are well and familiar to him now, while, even under the guise of 'relaxing' before the competition, all the other competitors are jittery, up and wandering and exploring, placing their feet out into Barcelona: even Yūri (fast asleep as of now) will be up to wander when he finally comes into wakefulness. Chris, lying nearly naked in a pool chair, idly tells a different story.
"You're dating Yūri now. I didn't want to impose." Victor opens his mouth, 'of course you wouldn't have been imposing', ready on his lips before considering that he hasn't talked to Yūri about any of this and doesn't know how he would feel. He closes his mouth, thinks more on his response, and tries again.
"You pole danced with him basically naked at last year's banquet."
"I also grabbed his ass before the Cup of China when he wasn't fling-himself-at-Victor-Nikiforov-and-ask-him-to-be-his-coach drunk, and he nearly had a heart attack. He's also very protective of you, Victor, which is fully understandable. You're a great catch." Chris sips his drink.
"Yūri's the great catch, Chris, he's just so," Victor lets out a breathy sigh, "wonderful—I can't describe it. The other day he and Makka were out playing in the leaves and Makka had two leaves tangled onto his ears like earrings and Yūri started laughing, and Chris, I was just…breathless."
Chris turns his head to look at Victor, who's looking straight ahead with a soft expression entirely characterized by love. It makes something pang in Chris's chest that is both happy and sad; he remembers the Victor of a few years ago, brazen and bored and purposeless aside from a goal of triumph diminishing in fervor with each passing year, a Victor that he misses with a wistful wish for youthfulness but otherwise wishes good riddance. The Victor of now is in love, and having this revelation, here in a pool in Barcelona, is a moment that Chris will hold very close to his heart in forthcoming years. "I'm happy for you, Victor," Chris says softly. Victor sighs again, acknowledging Chris's words.
Victor turns his head so that he's looking back at Chris, both of them meeting eyes. "You're my best friend, Chris," Victor says, "and thank you for thinking about Yūri. I haven't really talked to him about a lot of this," he makes a gesture, "and you're right."
"Oh, what's that I hear?" Chris asks, dramatically looking all around as if he's trying to find the source of the sound, "Are you telling me that young Katsuki Yūri doesn't know that his boyfriend went to jail one fateful day almost seven years ago?"
"Well," Victor says, "if he does it's not because I told him."
"Nice to see you're still as messy as ever, Victor," Chris says.
"Don't act like you weren't in the cell across from me!"
Chris and Victor spend a bit more time lounging in comfortable silence. After a while, Victor gets up, wrapping a towel around his shoulders and hugging his hands close to his chest. He says, "Well, I've gotta go check on my sleeping beauty up in our room. You wanna come along?" Chris cocks his head at him, and Victor clarifies, "He's gonna need something to distract him from his nerves today."
"Helping the competition, hmm?" Chris asks. If Victor thought he was serious in any capacity whatsoever, he'd send him a hurt look. "I'm kidding—of course I'll come along."
While Chris had thought to bring a robe with him to the pool and puts it on as he walks through the hotel to Victor and Yūri's room, Victor hadn't had as much forethought, and he walks shivering with his towel. Chris bumps him with his hip. "You really like Yūri, huh?"
Victor pauses, dripping pool water onto the hotel's carpet. "Chris," he says, taking a moment to piece together what he wants to say, trying to figure out if he even can transcribe it into words, "he's showed me so much of what I was missing."
Chris has noticed, of course. The smile on his friend's face is unmissable and unmistakable, and he has never seen him, at any point, any less urgent and eager to move. He had once watched Victor do pushups in his living room even after he had sworn to make the day a lazy Saturday and lasted a good two hours watching T.V on the couch with Chris before the bouncing in his knee became too much and he had to get up and move, all while Fifi basked on the windowsill next to him in the sunlight. Victor had seemed a lot like that, instead, in the pool.
"It seems my dear friend Victor is melting," Chris says.
"You think so?"
"Yes—but maybe 'melting' is the wrong word. I think thawing would fit better. It's a good look on you, Victor," Chris says, knocking his and Victor's shoulders. Victor beams.
The decision to hop onto Yūri when they find him still lying in bed is mutual.
bonus points headcanons: Yūri is pretty. offput by Chris N Vic, at least at first. he also feels bad that he's offput by it, but a really touchy-feely somewhat sexual friendship like Chris N Vic have is kind of a foreign concept to him, and seeing it in relation to his fiancé just. takes some getting used to