[Yuuri wasn't sure if he could expect Conrad to be there or not, but this was his usual time, right? He wasn't even sure what he might do or say if he found him. He just needed to see him.
His hair is slick with rain. He hasn't been bothering with an umbrella. His hands are worked into his pockets and his head is down as he enters the room, looking in the opposite direction first and not seeing the sword practice he was hoping for.]
(OOC: Feel free to assume he's last since he is just about a literal wet blanket right now.)