Yuri's mouth twists at the question, and he shakes his head, some annoyed discomfort with it. He hadn't wanted to do much once he came back up. A strange settling and unsettling slosh between Victor in the lobby with all the reporters, and Yurio in the elevator talking about demolishing him, and leaving with Victor, and everything that was everything about those in Russia of all places. Unnerved, and tired even from the too easy, nothing to done but travel, day.

It's a reluctant mostly apology. "Not yet."

He hadn't looked over his things since they got back to the room, any more than he'd decided to actually take a shower. He hadn't looked at it all since the first cursory check that everything had made it through travel in the same shape and condition it was packed in, hanging it up, before Victor had drug him out into the streets of Moscow. As further reluctant, but rather prepared for some a too soon division from this, here, Victor and a refocus back on everything it has to be, already is, he adds, "I can do that now."

Check his costume and his skates meticulously. Lay out on the counter what he'll need for tomorrow morning. Check over the rolling bag he'll need for the locker room, transporting, his everything ready but those most important pieces that don't get added until the last minutes before leaving.