Jasaiah's eyes filled with concern, and he was pretty sure it was his Drake, his wonderfully complex Drake, that had resurfaced. He came forward in switch strides and cupped his face, bringing their foreheads together. "I am perfectly fine," he breathed, then kissed his forehead. Oh, he had enjoyed the sex with his sluttier self, but it was this Drake he preferred. Even as infuriating as this man was, he preferred him. This was the one he had fallen in love with, and it made his heart soar that the other had been concerned over him. He smiled just slightly. "You...he, was quite something. Demanding. Very demanding." There was just the slightest bit of amusement in his eyes, and he pulled away to go and get the journal.<br/><br/>He brought it over to him. "I wrote down everything." Well, not in explicit detail, but there would be no secrets kept from Drake. Jasaiah believed that the way to accept and conquer his broken mind was to understand in every way imaginable what he was dealing with. "You do not have to read it if you do not want to, and if you would like privacy, I will gladly give it. I just went to feed. It is something I must do every day." Though with Drake it wouldn't have to be every day if he took his fill. But again it wasn't something he wanted to do to him. Things were so new, and fresh, and he didn't want to overload Drake's senses with his feeding. It was already beyond baffling that the other didn't feel excruciating pain like everyone else did. Though Drake would likely need to feed at some point, he didn't pressure him.