[ While Sharkface deals with going through his art supplies, Drake grabs his clothes. The upper drawers of the small dresser and the closet seem fine so those go in one bag, the lower drawers that have gotten wet in another. He's hoping that he can wash them for the other man and they'll be okay -- it's nice stuff, presumably that Lakshmi bought him.
He glances up at the comment, lips curving into a tiny smile. ]
Thanks for watching mine. We're not out of the woods yet, though.
[ There's still the trip back, through dangerous waters. Drake's not letting his guard down. ]
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He glances up at the comment, lips curving into a tiny smile. ]
Thanks for watching mine. We're not out of the woods yet, though.
[ There's still the trip back, through dangerous waters. Drake's not letting his guard down. ]