Excuse you, Jesus, he's supposed to be making you feel better right now! Drake blinks, confused for a moment by the slight change of subject, but... it's not a bad one. And probably something he did need to hear, considering how poorly his conversations with Rosita keep going.

There's a subtle difference between understanding and respecting her concerns, and letting her doubt shake him. It was the same dynamic with Crais and Ephemera, where he'd start to worry after talking to one, until he was alone with the other. And this time around the entire issue has been whether or not Jesus can trust him. What Rosita expects him to do doesn't really matter, it's that like nearly everyone else around here, she's braced for him to not be as good as he seems.

Nearly everyone else. That makes Jesus pretty damn special.

Drake smiles at him, letting his fingers slip free of the other man's long hair just so that he can brush more of it out of his face.

"Did you know that you're a breath of fresh air?" He ducks his head, almost shyly, and gives a soft huff of laughter before glancing back up at Jesus. "I'm glad. You can trust me. But I think I was getting a little cynical there, myself."