Yuuri wasn't far behind Viktor wherever he went, especially these days, but he was giving him his space lately. Mostly, because his fiance didn't remember him at all and Yuuri didn't know how to react to that news. When they'd first arrived, he had been his Viktor, the one who laughed and loved him and liked to spoil him with attention. This Viktor was the out of reach idol, the one who Yuuri had dreamed of meeting one day, of competing against, but he didn't know how to react to him, now. He wasn't the same Yuuri that he was back then, either.
Glad that his wound was nearly healed, Yuuri would lie if he said he wasn't being a mother hen still. The last thing he wanted was to cause more injury. He arrived a few minutes after Viktor, walking in just on time to see Viktor laughing with a woman, and his heart warmed. He made a mental note to thank her for it, for whatever it was that caused Viktor to laugh like that.
Himari rode on his shoulders. The dragon was observant as always lately, ever protective. He did grin at the sight of donuts, but first he should probably make his way towards the two that were already talking. Yuuri hovered on the outskirts of the room, politely letting the conversation flow around him as he waited for the right time to say something.