Yuri had a far less jolt into consciousness. He pulls in a sharp breath, eyes opening with a snap. His face is wet, hair loose from its ponytail from his thrashing in bed. It takes him a moment to reorient himself to the room around him. Potya was bumping her head against his shoulder gently.

Seeing Vanitas coming over was a bit.. ... startling. He reaches up, wiping his face quickly with the sheet before pushing his hair back into order.

"H-hey.. You having nightmares again too?"

Potya's ears went back because she didn't like how Yuri was trying to shrug it off. She turns instead to pad to the edge of the bed, leaning her head up for Vanitas.