The forehead bump wasn't what Yuri expected. That much would be obvious if Yuuri noticed the lean in and slight head tilt in assumption.

His face was beet red as he sits up as Yuuri leans back to look at his phone.

"..Didn't really manage to say anything." He reached to pick up his phone again, keeping his head down as he scrolls over the random smattering of words and letters.

"Victor just sent question marks and asked what's up. He said he's downstairs at the bar..."