The kiss muffles a far more genuine laugh, one that tapers off as it drags on and Drake pulls Jesus in tighter against him. It seems silly now that the finder had gotten to him at all, let alone so much, enough that he'd needed reassurance in the first place. But it was both of them, right? Jesus had come by because he was worried too... sometimes Drake is very aware they haven't known each other long enough for these things to roll off, and the rest is more like this moment. Where it feels like they could get through anything.

"Thank you," he whispers between kisses. For making that choice in the first place. For staying. For coming by today. For dozens of things, big and small, probably some Jesus didn't even do intentionally. For just being himself, because the world needs people like him.