Jasaiah disagreed, and it showed in his face, but people healed on their own time. He just hoped Ryan would maintain a support group and if need be he'd make sure Drake visited more often. As it was he was thinking about moving from Seattle, though the thought was abrupt and surprising. He hid his thoughts well for the most part, and burrowed them under the fact that Drake and him living together was unlikely. Jas bid farewell with a polite bow and followed Drake outside. It was still frigid cold, though that didn't bother him anymore.<br/><br/>Jas looked at Drake, seeing him lost in thought. He reached out and touched his face. "Might I inquire as to your thoughts, Drake?" he murmured, brushing a thumb over his lips. His heart puttered, and he was confounded by how much he loved this man. And how much he was willing to do with him. "If this is your home, where you feel happiest, I could move here." He didn't outright ask Drake to move in with him, but he was offering at the very least to be closer and to provide him what he needed. "I would like to, at any rate."<br/><br/>He swallowed and let his hand fall away. "Ryan is a strong man. I hope he heals from this." Jas, however, would live with the guilt for a long time to come. It did help that Dimitraeus was dead and gone, but he still hated himself for not being able to stop him from hurting such a sweet man. And Drake...He'd undone Drake and now it was up to the two of them to piece him back together. But he'd gone into this willingly, and he wasn't going to turn his back on him.