"Hey, you're the one who said it was the chicken," Drake points out, smiling against Jesus' lips. This time he obviously has no intention of pulling back or pushing Jesus away, but his tone does sober a little. "I know you're smarter than that."
"The chicken was really good," he teases, lips still brushing Drake's.
He hasn't had to kill anyone here. Not yet, maybe not ever--and that maybe is what lets him reach out to people as freely as he does. He still goes out armed. He always will. But he's able to risk himself in ways he never was able to back home, even before the fall; he can feel it happening.
The kiss muffles a far more genuine laugh, one that tapers off as it drags on and Drake pulls Jesus in tighter against him. It seems silly now that the finder had gotten to him at all, let alone so much, enough that he'd needed reassurance in the first place. But it was both of them, right? Jesus had come by because he was worried too... sometimes Drake is very aware they haven't known each other long enough for these things to roll off, and the rest is more like this moment. Where it feels like they could get through anything.
"Thank you," he whispers between kisses. For making that choice in the first place. For staying. For coming by today. For dozens of things, big and small, probably some Jesus didn't even do intentionally. For just being himself, because the world needs people like him.
He hums, smiling at Drake, hand on Drake's cheek now. It's good to see him smile; it feels good knowing that Drake is no longer in whatever space his head had been in an hour ago. It feels good knowing he has something to do with that change. "You got any plans tonight?"
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He hasn't had to kill anyone here. Not yet, maybe not ever--and that maybe is what lets him reach out to people as freely as he does. He still goes out armed. He always will. But he's able to risk himself in ways he never was able to back home, even before the fall; he can feel it happening.
Like right now as he kisses Drake again.
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"Thank you," he whispers between kisses. For making that choice in the first place. For staying. For coming by today. For dozens of things, big and small, probably some Jesus didn't even do intentionally. For just being himself, because the world needs people like him.
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