( He smiles, holding up the (cooling) pastry and orange juice in its purloined glass once he finds a sleepy, bed-head Yuuri answering the door. )

To grab breakfast. I brought some back for you if you're hungry.

( He doesn't try to sound all that chipper, so he sounds more awake than anything else. It's half like having a dog show up with the morning paper, wagging its tail. Did he do good? Part of him wonders, having temporarily forgotten his earlier resolve. Lips quirking up, his lashes lower a little as he adds: )

Your hair's sticking up in the back again.

( Sleeping Beauty can wake up as a right beautiful mess. )