Me:<br/><br/>Things dawned on him. Drake wasn't supposed to be making a sound. It caused him to lower his ears again and whine, quietly but in obvious distress. This form didn't hide emotions as well, but he wasn't really trying to, either. Leaning up, he licked Drake's face and hands, trying to get him to calm down. Then he turned and smothered him gently with his tails, ears erect and his teeth peeling back as he growled at the door. No one was in the home, but it was the only way he could get the other to see that he could trust him.<br/><br/>He'd stay like that for however long Drake needed to calm down and relax. However long it took, because they were safe, for now. Until Lucifer decided to rain on their parade. Something he was not looking forward to. Jas only hoped he'd at least wait until Drake was back to himself before pulling something like that. He didn't want Drake to flip out wondering where he was, let alone think Jas had up and left him after this current episode.<br/><br/>He needed to provide the other as much reassurance as he could. Jas could handle the baggage. He would, if that meant helping Drake get better mentally.<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>It took some time but Drake seemed to come down from the fear, his eyes still darting to the door but somehow in his childlike mind he had forgotten that the fox was really a man, or maybe he didn't and it all just made sense. With those comforting gestures the young him came around and when no one appeared looming at the door he spoke in the smallest whisper that Jas was lucky enough to pick up with his feral ears. "I don't want you to get in trouble... when they come back." he said his eyes still wide as if he expected someone to come attack him at any moment and in a way that probably wasn't too far off from his experience.<br/><br/>Even when Drake was asked about that time his memory was fuzzy at best and missing at worst it always felt like looking through a kaleidoscope for him as he tried to make sense of the repeated fuzzy and mashed together parts which he often didn't bother as the memories never yielded anything good, only more pain and disgust about what he had been put through for the sake of 'progress'. Drake had even wondered what would have happened if the people that did this had lived, or maybe they had... would they be hailed as heroes of been more akin to the Nazi scientist who dripped chemicals into the eyes of twins to see if they can change their eyes color because in Drake's current self he had no doubt about who he thought them to be.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah turned around, putting his head in the grown man's lap. He let his silver eyes stare up at him. Even though he was big, he could still act like a puppy. A really adorable puppy. He stupid large ears swiveled, catching any sounds, and he tried for it. This is my home. You are safe. The thought was projected into Drake's mind. It was something he could do in his feral state. He sneezed and nudged him, demanding pets. Pets always calmed one down, no matter how big or small they were. And his fur was soft.<br/><br/><i>They can't find you here. You're safe.</i>He kept projecting the feelings of safe and calm upon the other, letting that rumbling murr calm him further. He wanted his Drake back, but he was patient. All they had was time, after all. Either what he projected onto him was going to make him freak out, or trust him more. He really wasn't sure which it was going to be. Nor did he bother to stress his curiosity by prying more.<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>The projection triggered a reaction but it wasn't as big as one would expect. After all Drake was thinking like a child, and in his world anything was possible... including talking foxes. Though the boy touched his head wondering if the voices were all in his head, it had been before the age that other personalities were something that plagued his life from day to day. He let the pets be demanded and touched that fur without much reserve as the young Drake seemed to calm a little with the strange animal acting so protective yet affectionate. "They always come though." he whispered again figuring it didn't matter if the fox could understand or not. Sooner or later he wore himself out, being scared all the time must have been exhausting.<br/><br/>He found himself out cold again before Drake opened his eyes taking a sudden sharp breath as the fear rolled through him again. He had to calm himself down as he put his hand to his chest breathing so hard. It was starting to get easier to see who he was going to deal with but luckily this time it was his Drake. "Why am I so scared? I haven't felt that way in..." he breathed again letting his head fall back against the wall. "Fuck I'm drained." his brain tried to catch up with everything that happened before pieced together that he had a fox curled up with and he had subconsciously not felt threatened by it. "Why hello there?"<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jas ended up half dumped in Drake's lap, his tails shielding him. Jas wished he knew what they were, wished he knew how to ease the poor boy's mind. Definitely young than the barely-adult. He imagined probably not even a teenager with the way he'd been acting. He didn't fall asleep when Drake did, though the other didn't seem to stay unconscious though. His ears pricked forward and he raised his head.<br/><br/>Jas sneezed again and proceeded to lick his face all over, his tails thumping on the ground. Ten, I guess, he projected into Drake's mind. Drake hadn't seen his feral form yet, so he wasn't so quick to turn back. Instead he lavished him with attention, trying to literally crawl into his lap. Kane left with Eden. Simple thoughts. Nothing complex. Fragmented, but there. He nosed all along his neck, whimpering softly. He was obviously worried, and he would change back in a heart beat if asked.