Drake hums, the sound somewhere between contented and thoughtful. It's a good point, he heard it, but also that feels really nice-- okay, no, focus.

"I'll get it," he agrees, "maybe text your roommate so they don't worry and break in?"

And then he's getting up and double-checking which way the door opens... out, huh? That's actually easier. Jesus will get to watch him pull his belt off and glance around until he spots a broom in the kitchenette. After testing that it's not going to bend easily he braces it in the narrow doorway and belts it to the doorknob at that angle, so that anyone who tries to pull the door open will find it barricaded.

It's not going to stop anybody determined, but neither would the door itself, honestly. They're not solid in the down -- this is as good at they're gonna get.