Drake hums his understanding before going quiet for a longer stretch this time, his hand stroking evenly up and down Jesus' back. It's a comfortable silence. One that doesn't feel like it needs to be filled, like there's a pressure to do so or things will go awry. But eventually he does speak again, something in his tone almost self deprecatingly amused.

"You know... it's not really up to us whether or not people think we're worth being with? It's gotta be mutual for that to turn into something, yeah, but like. Saying 'I do this and it's hard on relationships' doesn't mean somebody can't go 'okay, thanks for warning me' and decide it's worth having one with you anyway? Friends, partners, fuckbuddies, you're informing and they're consenting. Then it's up to you whether or not you're gonna push that person away."

Jesus is smart enough not to miss that although they've never had this conversation laying it out, Drake is discussing a thing that's happened between them in reverse. He'd told the other man you didn't sign up for this, I'm a mess, you don't have to stay with me. And when Jesus said I want to stay... letting him was terrifying. But now they're here, and Drake's grateful for it.

Everything that happens between two people takes both of them, Jesus.