[ Drake leans into the contact, trying not to think about what that fight might have looked like. What Ephemera looked like in a pool of his own blood on that roof. Felix had messaged him, sure, but Drake really would have preferred there be less stabbing in the first place. ]

And the last time you two fought, you wound up in the hospital. He's dangerous and I just--

[ He's interrupted by the kitchen timer beeping, reminding him that he was making dinner. Right. ]

--I just want you safe.

[ He tilts his head and kisses Ephemera chastely on the lips, then pulls back to turn off the timer and stove and bring the pasta over to the sink to drain. ]