Unsurprisingly, watching Jesus sign doesn't magically untangle the mess of emotions making his chest ache... but the promise does ease a little bit more tension from his shoulders. Enough that he can breathe out and reach towards Jesus, stopping just shy of tugging the smaller man in against him. It's an invitation instead, for hopefully a little comfort that even if there's still shit to work out? Drake wants him around more than he's upset about responses that make perfect sense. Even if they hurt.

"Yeah, you should probably take your own advice," he says softly, "in my experience it's pretty damn good."