Not even a little? :pleading emoji:

"See? It would be nice if she could help?" Ventus pleads, clasping his hand before Vanitas shoots his offer down once and for all. More threats. More stupid insult that don't make sense. Ventus opens his mouth, stepping forward, with a look in his blue eyes that says this is about to devolve into another shouting match between the two.

A voice cuts through the darkness outside, a flash of light as something is lit. Ventus is standing beside one boarded up window, and for a second his eyes line up enough with a crack to see the flash of a white robe.

The walls arent't exactly thick, but the voices are still a bit muffled. Ventus can still make out the key words 'door' and his name and of course 'not in bed'. Terra's voice is there as well, speaking in a frantic confused way. It's getting louder and clearer the longer he listens, it doesn't take much thought to realize it's because its closer

And it shows a lot, that in that half a second of realization--Ventus' first impulse is to grab Vanitas' wrist and dive for the bed.