Jasaiah saw him freeze and silently cursed himself. He wasn't doing anything right, it seemed, but how could he? He had been born the way he was. Drake had been cast into this life, torn from his own, and Jasaiah was likely going to be a reminder of the life he'd lost forever. It hadn't even crossed his mind if Drake forgave him for that, and now, watching his sad efforts to retain the shred of humanity left in him, it came all crashing down. Had he not been under glamour his ears would have lowered in an obvious display of guilt. Instead he shut down, emotionally, which came easier than facing what was in front of him. Who was in front of him. Running away was also so easy, but he wouldn't. Not unless Drake told him to go.<br/><br/>"They can, yes." Though Jasaiah wanted him to feed off of him, knowing it would give him strength and power and control. More control than feeding off blood bags would. But he couldn't force him to except it, not yet. Their enemy was dead, but it hadn't even been a month. "I know you wished me to come with you, but if you would like space to...adjust, as it were, I would do that." Really, Drake could tell him to go jump off a cliff and he didn't think he'd say no. But that was a problem, wasn't it? One of many, it seemed. He was so helplessly in love and unsure if Drake would ever love him as helplessly in return. Things were never that simple, and he wasn't even sure Drake could accept him for what he was. Jasaiah had on the guise of the human that had been following him for a few months, and he couldn't show him his true self in public.