[ Drake stands to fetch the book and a fresh shirt for Ephemera, but the sentiment that the other man needs to make this up to him has him glancing over his shoulder.

He shakes his head. ]

Everything will balance out. I don't want you feeling like you owe me anything, or that I'd hold this over you.

Just a minute.

[ He disappears into his room, and there's the sound of a drawer opening. Things shuffling inside. When he comes back he's got a red photo album and a long sleeved black shirt. They're passed over one at a time. ]

You need help getting that on?