Jasaiah hid his relief, but in truth, he just wanted Drake to himself right now, too. He was glad they were on the same page on that, at least. He felt utter bliss, for the most part. He was, of course, worried to death over him. When Drake shook from distraught, he frowned and curled around him just a little tighter. He rubbed his back in those useless circles and murmured sweet nothings in Japan. He let Drake speak, glad that he seemed to understand what had happened for the most part. His frown only deepened at the mention of his father. This was the first time Drake had divulged such information, and like everything the kitsune committed it to memory. His father had to have been a terrible man if that protective part of Drake was anything like him. That personality of Drake's had some sympathy, or was it pity? not to have tried to kill Jasaiah. Or did he know it wasn't possible? Not easily. But that Drake's demeanor had been cruel indeed to have wanted to snuff out the good in his Drake's life.<br/><br/>He coaxed Drake's head up, smoothing a soft hand along his jaw. "Even though that personality is a part of you, and a part we will have to deal with as time goes on, you are<i>nothing </i>like your father, if that personality is any indication." Sure he didn't know everything about Drake's past. He'd only gotten bits and pieces from the good doctor. He didn't bring any of that up. Jas also didn't mention the journals. Drake was in a frail state, and overloading him wasn't going to do any good. He brushed his lips across Drake's in a soft kiss. "We will get through this, you and I." His lips curved in a soft smile. "Well, and Ryan. That angel is very fond of you. You are not alone in this." He let Drake nestle back down, let the man he loved listen to the steady heartbeat beneath his chest, let him feel the strength and protection of his presence.