There's some curiosity in Drake's tone, but he doesn't try to peer around Jesus in his lap to see the guy in question. He's much more interested in the way that Jesus' hair falls around his face when he tugs it free of its bun. And what he says next, leaning close to be heard over the music.
"I liked you right away, too," he tells Jesus, letting his fingers slip back into the now-loose curtain of the other man's hair. Giving an affectionate little scalp scritch with his nails as he strokes through it. "You remember how I told you I just knew we'd work? And people don't usually get that?"
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There's some curiosity in Drake's tone, but he doesn't try to peer around Jesus in his lap to see the guy in question. He's much more interested in the way that Jesus' hair falls around his face when he tugs it free of its bun. And what he says next, leaning close to be heard over the music.
"I liked you right away, too," he tells Jesus, letting his fingers slip back into the now-loose curtain of the other man's hair. Giving an affectionate little scalp scritch with his nails as he strokes through it. "You remember how I told you I just knew we'd work? And people don't usually get that?"