( Yuri flusters again when Otabek hands over his card without so much as a 'by your leave' - not that he really needs permission to pay for everything, but. Yuri has cash. His wallet is tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. )

Hey! You shouldn't have -

( McDonald's isn't exactly pricey, but he ordered quite a bit. He sighs heavily and gives him another little shove - a friendly one - and lets his hand rest against his back for a moment. )

I'll pay you back when we get to the hotel. And if you steal one of my fries I'll cut your hand off with my skate.

( Blunt and to the point, but laced with Yuri's own special kind of humour. He doesn't say anything else until they're being handed their food; he lets Otabek stash it in another little compartment, not trusting himself to hold on to everything for the rest of the drive. Settling with his forehead between Otabek's shoulders again, Yuri heaves a deep, content sigh. )

C'mon, let's go. I'm cold.