Jasaiah remained tense and awkward next to Drake, and didn't make eye contact even when Ryan came out and hugged Drake. Though he could feel his aura, and he couldn't help it in the end. He let his gaze meet Ryan's, and his guilt strengthened tenfold. Why had Drake brought him here? Jas kept his emotions under a tight leash, but he wasn't happy about it. The other was so pure, so true, that he reminded him of Lolita. Sweet, innocent, kind. Ruined by his foe. At least Kane had rid the earth of his greasy presence, but the damage had been done.<br/><br/>His hands balled into fists, then relaxed. Sure, he was here to help Drake and his mental issues, but Jas was overridden by guilt as he watched Ryan trying to piece his own life together. He at least didn't flinch at Drake's comment about be turned. That was another thing they'd have to deal with, because it didn't seem like Drake had fully come to grips with the fact that he had to feed to survive, and offering blood hadn't really done a shred of good for either of them.<br/><br/>Jas's head turned towards Ryan once more. There was a moment of hesitation, but he wouldn't lie or withdraw knowledge. "My name is Jasaiah, and I am responsible for what has happened to you," he said quietly. "The fiend that attacked you was an enemy of mine, and mine alone." He swallowed, then quieted, to help avoid rambling off the whole story. He wanted to leave, and he wanted to leave now. Subconsciously he reached out to grip onto Drake's hand, needing to be grounded, needing the love of his life to help him somehow. Though he wasn't openly expecting anything, because he knew their relationship was rocky.