Ryah had no idea what time it was when he woke up. As the events of the last few days came rushing back though, he grimaced. He'd fallen asleep in his grimy, bloody clothes on his clean sheets. He stripped down to his boxers and snagged all the dirty sheets and clothes, trucking them downstairs to the laundry machine. He was used to walking around half naked in his bachelor pad and had honestly forgotten Drake was around.<br/><br/>"Oh, uh. Hey. You having any luck finding a job?" He asked, trying not to look too surprised at the guest in his living room, clacking away on his laptop. He dumped everything into the machine, added the detergent and turned it on. "I usually make dinner around seven. I don't think there's much in the fridge at the moment but if you like, I can make you coffee or you can help yourself. Machine's not that hard to figure out.. And um, if you need real sustenance, let me know."<br/><br/>He quickly disappeared into the bathroom, embarrassed at being caught half naked and all dirty from the fight back in New York. Ryah poked his head back out. "Actually, I'm logged into my account. There a bunch of those food delivery apps. Feel free to order anything, if you want. Or you can watch a movie or something. You<i>do</i>watch movies, right?" Ryah had the sudden image of Drake sitting in his apartment, brooding every night, alone on the couch, fingers steepled.<br/><br/>He shut the door, intent on scrubbing himself raw. It always felt like death lingered and clung to his skin after a fight against a vampire. There was always blood, lots of time his own. Some days, it felt like he'd never get clean again. Today was one of those days.<br/><br/>By the time he ducked out of the bathroom, the hot water had run out. As he made for his closet upstairs, he asked if Drake needed anything, if he'd found any work. The stores were still open for a few hours.