"Okay," Drake agrees, just as easily. He doubts that'd ever be the case but neither of them are psychic -- it could be, someday. And as difficult as it that type of boundary is for him, he's been able to set it before. So he nods and replies softly, "I promise."

The silence that falls as that settles isn't uncomfortable, but it's not entirely peaceful either. Drake exhales and squeezes Jesus' hand, not sure the conversation's done yet.

"Are you still worried?"