"Yeah. I think so." He's pretty sure K has only ever lost one other person close to him. He doesn't know how close K and V were--close enough to contract despite K's deep concerns about it.

He does know how close he was to V. He remembers every evening they spent on rooftops watching the city change over to its nightlife. He remembers how he'd felt every time he saw V walk into a room.

The only thing he can do, he thinks, is not let this loss make him take for granted any of the people he still has.

Trust me to keep the sharks away.

Maybe Drake can do that. Maybe Jesus can let him do that, if just for tonight.

"Did you know," he murmurs, looking up at him. "You've never once made me doubt that I can trust you?"