[ Drake really does believe that it'll balance out -- and that if someone steady was what he needed, Ephemera could be that for him. But right now... he doesn't know what it is he needs, besides the other man alive and with him. It's an easy requirement, really.

He smiles again, sitting back down and resting one hand over the cover of the book while Ephemera puts the shirt on. ]

I'd like that. Since we're sharing and all... do you guys have rattails in the future? That's a style I hope never came back around. Anyway.

[ He flips the book open to reveal that they're starting things with baby pictures. In many of them a woman with fluffy red hair holds a baby that's surely too small to have turned into Drake, her smile bright and proud. ]