"Yeah, your nightmares," Vanitas said without hesitation, briefly rubbing Potya's ears before he's sitting on the edge of the bed. There's a frown on his face but it's..it's a worried frown, Vanitas looking Yuri over for any signs of anything. Distress. Pain.

Just..anything.

"Are you alright? Who the hell--why was that guy doing that to your grandfather?"