Victor always knew what to do. He'd started Yuuri's bath, the warm water swirling with soothing salts, filling the air with lavender. While Yuuri showered, Victor transformed their room into a sanctuary: dim lights, soft blankets, and Yuuri's favorite hoodie laid out. The air was thick with comfort. When Yuuri emerged, muscles aching but mind clearer, the sight nearly brought him to tears. There, amidst soft pillows, were Victor and Makkachin, looking up with gentle affection. The overwhelming love and support, seeing his two favorite people just *there*, was almost too much. A choked sob caught in his throat; he desperately needed this unconditional comfort. But what happens when victor and Yuuri meet a new candidate or their relationship?