[ Drake feels anger welling up inside him at whoever the fuck hurt Sharkface... it was probably just this place, and there's no one for him to go threaten, but. He forces it down, forces himself to breathe and stay calm on the surface. Keep his voice gentle. ]

It matters to me. You don't have to tell me, but you can. I meant it that you're safe with me.

[ He tilts his head further into the apartment, towards the couch, towards the bedroom. ]

Do you want to sit? Or lie down?