Yuri's eyes widen a little, the food in front of him temporarily forgotten. He hadn't thought...so Katsudon really had told his mother about it? About the pirozh-katsu? It's not that he's surprised to hear it, but there's a part of him that had fully expected that the whole thing would have been lost in the shuffle of the return to Hasetsu, considering how (understandably) eager Katsudon had been to get home. But then again, he hadn't thought that there'd be a message waiting for him after the Rostelecom exhibition skate, either.

(Made it home in time to watch the Gala. Victor said to tell you that you looked good.)

And that thought sends something else swirling uneasily through Yuri's gut. Of course, if Katsudon had told his mother about it, then Viktor must know about it as well. And Yuri is...not sure how he feels about that. Because there's a thin, twisting line from that moment on a grimy Moscow street, leading back through the hours to the night before the free skate. To this place. To the split-second decision he'd made in the Star Hotel lobby. And if Viktor knows about all of that --

'I need your address, too,' Yuri says suddenly. Perhaps a little too loudly. 'The one where you get letters and stuff.' By this point, he could find the physical address for Yu-topia Katsuki on his phone, but the address that shows up on a map search isn't always the same as the one the post office uses. 'I have something to send to your parents.'

Focus. One problem at a time.