“Yup,” Viktor replied gently, tugging on his own shoes and coat with a little more coordination than Yuuri (but who could blame him?). When the other started getting frantic, Viktor simply stepped up to him and drew him back into his arms, one palm smoothing against his hair in an effort to calm him down a little bit. “I got all that,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. He couldn’t make sure Hiroko was okay, he could at least take care of Yuuri as much as possible, right? Phone, passport, wallet are all next to mine, charger is in the big bag, but we have the same kind of phone, so you can use mine too if you need it on the plane for something. I also got your Japanese keyring,” not that Viktor knew what anything on it was for, but it could come in handy considering they were going to Japan, right?
With a deep breath, he pulled Yuuri even closer. God, he really wished he had a way to just take away all Yuuri’s pain and anxiety. But he couldn’t do magic (or he could only do it on the ice, but that was a different kind) – all he could do was be right where he was, hoping that Yuuri would be able to tell him what he needed. (They hadn’t exactly had the best history of good communication with each other, but hope would die last, right?)
“Come on, the taxi will be here in a minute.” Reluctantly, he let go of his lover, and leaned down to grab Makkachin’s leash and clip it onto his collar, turning his attention to his dog. “You’ll be staying with Yakov for a while, so be a good boy, okay?”
Yuuri let out a trembling breath as the other listed everything off, knowing that it wouldn’t solve everything but he needed some form of reassurance, even if it was just simple things like that it helped because it was one fewer thing for him to worry himself over. He could trust that Viktor would have everything else taken care of, that he could make up for everything that Yuuri’s currently scattered mind couldn’t quite keep track of (which he’d have to thank him for it later, of course) and being mindful of that fact without making him feel foolish for it. He swallowed thickly as Viktor finally pulled away, giving a tiny little nod in response to his remark, grabbing their suitcase to have something to occupy himself with at least as they headed out, pausing so Viktor could lock the door.
“It’s almost too bad we can’t bring him, Mom...Mom really loved having him around when you lived with us.” He mumbled quietly, almost relieved that his voice managed to at least be a little more steady, although his voice was still rather soft and he could still feel the worry gnawing at his stomach as they walked together to the front of their building, trying to keep his thoughts occupied elsewhere, anything but what was actually going on. “I think she misses Vicchan almost as much as I do.”
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