Oh. Drake's brow smoothes out, expression softening with understanding as he steps back to let Jesus inside.

"You can always come in," he reassures Jesus instinctively, nudging the door closed once he's clear of it but catching him before he passes completely.

Hugs first! They're necessary when someone disappears. Like always Drake's embrace is strong and warm, but gentle enough that Jesus could pull back easily if he wanted.

"You wanna grab yourself a drink? I'll go put real clothes on."