[ Drake doesn't know sign language, but everything translates. He knows what it means. His breath catches, pulse speeding up, and despite how fraught the moment is he finds himself smiling. He wasn't sure if saying it now would help or overwhelm the other man, but it seems to have worked out. Maybe.
He buries his face into Ephemera's hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and just. Settles. Holds him close and lets himself hope for awhile.
Eventually, the moment has to break. He'd be content to let Ephemera just fall asleep in his arms except the other man is very drunk -- not so drunk he won't remember, Drake's pretty sure, but enough that he's going to be sick as hell in the morning if they don't take a few steps now. ]
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He buries his face into Ephemera's hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and just. Settles. Holds him close and lets himself hope for awhile.
Eventually, the moment has to break. He'd be content to let Ephemera just fall asleep in his arms except the other man is very drunk -- not so drunk he won't remember, Drake's pretty sure, but enough that he's going to be sick as hell in the morning if they don't take a few steps now. ]
Hey. Can I get some water into you?