Jasaiah had enthralled himself in his note taking, so much so that he didn't hear Drake wake up. It wasn't until he heard his name that his head snapped up. None of his other personalities had called him that, not really. Perhaps his more lustful side, but one look at him and Jas knew this was<i>his </i>Drake. He rushed over in a flash of speed, sweeping his kimono aside (he'd changed into something a little more comfortable than his battle-ready kimono). He brushed Drake's cheek, the look of relief and happiness filling his face. "Welcome back," he murmured. He leaned down to press the softest and most gentlest of kisses on his brow, concern filling his eyes. He wanted to call for Ryan, but a selfishness took him then, and he squashed down that small bit that wanted to summon Ryan. He would know soon enough.<br/><br/>Jasaiah's hands hesitated, uncertain of what to do, where to touch him. "You were gone for awhile," he whispered, keeping his voice down. "Are you hungry?" he asked. He wasn't sure how well the vampire blood would last or sustain him. He just wanted to hold him right now. Jasaiah swallowed. "May I hold you?" he asked. He didn't want Drake to feel bad if he didn't want to be held, but dammit he was too far gone. Jas was in deep with this man, and there was no getting out of it. He wasn't even sure he would leave Drake if the vampire told him too. Oh, he'd keep his distance, but if Drake wanted nothing to do with him then he'd just be that watchful guardian from a distance. The thought pained him, but he hoped that Drake seeing him here would be evidence enough that Jasaiah wasn't going anywhere. "I missed you. Your other personalities are quite the handful." He tried to make light of the situation, but it was brief and fleeting, because was had happened was nothing short of a nightmare.