It wasn't very often at all, that one of his housemates might come to the doorway to his actual bedroom -being as it was positioned in the house as the furthest from the other rooms- so perhaps to his detriment Sephiroth didn't keep half of the attention he might have otherwise into others being able to creep up on him.

The first crunch of the apple didn't quite make him jump, but all the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up to attention anyway. A brief look over a shoulder confirmed who it was and as Tifa moved passed the threshold into the room Sephiroth was mildly surprised at himself; he didn't feel so bothered about the apparent invasion of his personal space. He kept his room near immaculate, but of course, he was seldom here.

Sephiroth turned a little towards Tifa as she addressed him, glancing over the half-packed bag on the bed as if doing a quick check that there wasn't anything she might pick on to make any assumption about him. Not that there could be anything; Sephiroth's clothes in general were all very plain.

He opened his mouth to answer; about how he'd had to report back to Esdham and it had taken longer, about how he'd be taking a 'vacation' with Terra, but then decided to let those facts sit for the time being. Tifa probably didn't need to know, much more to the point she hadn't asked so he wasn't under any obligation to give information she hadn't asked for.

So why did it feel like he had to have a reason explained for all of his actions, recently?

"No objections at all. What's on your mind?"