Drake allows that, bending the arm he's got draped over the back of the booth to pluck at Jesus' hair tie. Not pulling it free, just fiddling until a lock slips loose of the bun for him to play with.

"I can see that. I used to do a lot of that kinda work as a volunteer. Construction, mostly. Sometimes cleanup or hauling stuff around... food banks, donation drives, stuff like that." While Jesus has his glass, he curls his other arm up so that his bicep strains at the fabric of his shirt. "These aren't just for show."