Yurio walks in, glancing around the room then making a face at the pushed together beds. Why not just get a king size bed...?! Ugh, what have they been doing on the beds... Did Yurio really want to sit on it? Was it safe? Probably not...

He turns to look at Yuuri, green eyes in a focused glare.

"What, an entire forest?"

Yurio pulls his hands out of his pockets, those small bottles of alcohol from his in-room fridge between each finger.

"I brought you something. It's not like I can drink it and its on Russia." The little bottles clicked as he put them down on the dresser.

"You're not fine. You don't ever text me when you're 'fine'."