It's a bit of both, perhaps, but more so the latter if Russia was honest. But it's not necessarily important, so he just lets Netherlands do his own thing, partly because it's how they work despite it all and partly because he's got a bit of an idea why the other nation is knocking on his door at three am.

Doesn't keep him from stilling once Netherlands answers, papers heavy in his hands, and he nods as he sets them down and aside.

"Ah." Russia turns and watches the slow steps Netherlands' takes, the way he perches like a bird about to take flight and frowns. This is decidedly the worst he's see Netherlands in a while, and Russia's not entirely sure how to handle it. "One of those nights?"

He murmurs softly, hands falling to rest at his hips, and does a quick sweep to make sure Netherlands is all in one piece and something else hadn't happened between right now and their last meeting.