[ Not for the first time, Yuuri wishes that someone, anyone else from home was here with her. No, she wishes she was home with them so she didn't have to face all these probing questions.

She stares at him for a long while, her expression hard to read and her lips tightly pursed. Then she huffs and takes a step back from the door. ]

... you might as well come in. I don't want you stood there on my doorstep, making accusations where everyone can hear you.