[ For what it's worth, Drake's hold is gentle. It's mostly just the weight of his limbs, not a restrictive grip. Sharkface can pull away whenever he wants, but Drake's hoping he doesn't. He can feel how tense the other man is, and even as he tries to do as he's told he's not relaxing yet. That's okay. It's okay, Drake's not going anywhere. He just holds him, and worries, and runs his fingers gently through Sharkface's slowly drying hair. Wishing he could do anything else to comfort the man.
They just sit like that for a long while, before Drake dares to speak again. ]
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
[ For whatever it was. He's supposed to have Sharkface's back and he wasn't there. The guilt twists sickly in the pit of his stomach. ]
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They just sit like that for a long while, before Drake dares to speak again. ]
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
[ For whatever it was. He's supposed to have Sharkface's back and he wasn't there. The guilt twists sickly in the pit of his stomach. ]
You can stay as long as you want.