[ Okay. Drake smiles softly, taking a moment while Sam takes his jacket off to tilt his head up and kiss Ephemera's forehead. The trust still gets him every time. ]
This one.
[ He leads the way to the master bedroom, where Sam somehow hasn't been yet -- the walls are partially painted and there are a confusing number of pillows on one side of the bed. Drake pulls a few off to make space, then tugs his shirt over his head and glances back. ]
C'mere, Sam.
[ And Ephemera gets eye contact, Drake's head tipping towards their friend. ]
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This one.
[ He leads the way to the master bedroom, where Sam somehow hasn't been yet -- the walls are partially painted and there are a confusing number of pillows on one side of the bed. Drake pulls a few off to make space, then tugs his shirt over his head and glances back. ]
C'mere, Sam.
[ And Ephemera gets eye contact, Drake's head tipping towards their friend. ]
Help me strip him.