[ Yusuke still bows, even here, where it is more often than not met with a quirked eyebrow and an awkward attempt at a handshake by the Americans. Still, he was raised to be quiet and polite, so Yuuri gets a bow in return, a slightly awkward one given the coffee in both hands, but it's adequate. He kicks off his shoes, nudging them with his feet so that they're together and mostly neat by the door. ]

Likewise, Katsuki-san. Sitting would be ideal. I brought you some coffee. I do not wish to distress you, but you might need it.