[ Drake still doesn't get the whole 'needing an excuse' thing... he's told Sam over and over again he can come by whenever, and yet. It's fine, though. Whatever makes him comfortable.
He closes the door behind Sam and turns back to the other men, glancing to Ephemera's hair at the comment. ]
It's just paint. [ And he sets an encouraging hand on Ephemera's lower back -- any excuse to touch him, honestly. ] You want a drink, Sam?
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He closes the door behind Sam and turns back to the other men, glancing to Ephemera's hair at the comment. ]
It's just paint. [ And he sets an encouraging hand on Ephemera's lower back -- any excuse to touch him, honestly. ] You want a drink, Sam?