( He hands over the orange juice, slipping inside properly and using his heel to close the door. There's a brief urge to pat Yuuri's hair down precisely because it's a fruitless effort, but he's distracted from the flight of fancy by an actual question. )

We're scheduled for ten, after the ladies singles are done.

( He means to say hello to Mila if they're there early enough; he figures Sara might say hello as well, but he doesn't worry or plan on either. Mila deserves the congratulations.

He's forgetful, but not entirely thoughtless. Just accidentally thoughtless. )

You still have time if you'd rather sleep for a while longer.

( Ah, but here is the pastry, offered over with a wink. He's just glad Yuuri slept compared to times where even that's been beyond him due to anxiety. )