Oh. Drake's expression softens instantly, even though there's still some wariness twisting in his stomach -- there's that word again. Happy. Is he, really? With anyone? Jesus has made it pretty clear that he doesn't want to be with anyone, that it's more of a barrier to his happiness than anything. But he's using it now.

One thing at a time.

"I wasn't angry. I'm not." He reaches over and takes one of Jesus' hands just to ground them both, hold gentle but warm. "And I didn't think you looked happier. It's not a contest, your friends should make you happy. Nobody can be everything for anybody, right? That's nuts. I just thought 'this isn't for me' and didn't want to see it."