Yuri nods and slides off the bike. He wasn't sure what to make of the door being held open for him but he creeps inside, pushing his hair back over his head. It fell smoothly between his fingers and back around his face, which was.. maybe a little red.

He wondered if he should say anything about the thing with JJ. Probably no? Or.. well Otabek hadn't asked, maybe he didn't care..? Or didn't see. Probably didn't see. This was complicated.

"I don't usually drink coffee.. I'm not even sure why I suggested it, it seemed like the thing you're supposed to suggest."