It's important, that's all. Drake smiles fondly at the sentiment, considering his words for a moment as the other man looks over the options.

"Thank you. I'm still not gonna come in uninvited unless we think you're in a coma or something, though. Everybody deserves somewhere they're guaranteed privacy... Ephemera's room doesn't even have a lock but it's his space." He hesitates, not wanting to dredge up any bad memories for Jesus, then figures it's a lost cause considering he was just in a jail cell a few hours ago. "I think all three of us are used to not having anywhere that feels like it's ours, and that's important."