Drake didn't get under his skin. The verbal abuse was exhausting more than anything, but he knew his Drake was there, and this one was deflecting. Like a drug addict saying hurtful things when they didn't get the money needed for a hit. This Drake was desperate to be alone, it seemed. When Drake mentioned the sarcastic thanks for basically trapping him into a life of immortality, he did take a slow, deep breath, but that was his only reaction. But Drake already knew that Jasaiah felt guilty about his being turned into a vampire. It stung, a little, but he wasn't going to leave with his tails tucked between his legs. He loved Drake, and he'd promised to stay by him no matter what. He just figured he needed to get Ryan to safely.<br/><br/>Well, he underestimated him. Even Jas shielded his eyes with a slight grunt as the pure light filled the air and all the vampires fled screaming while Drake was harmed. It made him defensive, but it wasn't anything he hadn't been prepared to do. He had millennia of skills on top of Drake, and he would have pummeled him unconscious/drained him of energy after Ryan had been safe. But Ryan did what he'd hoped he would. Jasaiah reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured, then inclined his head. He was about to say something more, then shook his head and walked over. He checked for Drake's reflexes, but found the other had been knocked out completely. Jasaiah put on his charm, hiding his appearance as he bent down to gather Drake in his arms.<br/><br/>His eyes tightened in pain, pain only Ryan could see. But he said nothing, resigned as he went back to Ryan. "Shall we go to Chicago, or New York? I'm uncertain if we should immediately expose Drake to the others just yet. Especially if we wakes up not himself. Would your apartment suffice?"