Jasaiah gave him an encouraging smile. He didn't really offer openly, though he left his wrist exposed, and Drake seemed to take the subtle hint. He'd rather have Drake feed from his throat. He craved that intimacy with him, wanted to worship the very ground Drake walked on. Baby steps. He was nervous if he pushed too hard Drake would bolt or fragment again. So he kept his own desires to himself and did what Drake needed and wanted. "You can take as much as you need. I can handle it," he murmured. He refrained from mentioning that he killed the doctor, though he wondered if Ryan would be able to tell how much had been shared or not.<br/><br/>He had changed Drake while he was unconscious and cleaned the blood off of him, so Drake didn't look like he'd been in a blood bath when he got up finally. Jasaiah let him go freely, giving a nod before he rose up as well. "That is good. Ryan would love to see you." He touched his arm lightly, staying close but not crowding him. He would catch Drake if he fell, but otherwise let him move on his own. "I imagine you would. You have been through much these past few days." Jasaiah didn't mean to feel like he was walking on eggshells; he just didn't know the triggers yet for the other personalities, and he didn't want to provoke that one personality in particular to rear his head. That one, he feared, would be most difficult to woo, as he seemed all too careless with the lives around him. He almost snorted at the thought of the two becoming overlords or some shit, but who knew how long<i>that </i>would even last.