The correct response to that escapes Drake, and for a moment he feels vaguely guilty. Sit on it, Sweets told him. So he will. But he knows, and Ephemera doesn't, and it doesn't seem fair to lie here enjoying this in any way when he's supposed to be. What? Just helping. Guiding his friend through something traumatic and difficult and not thinking about what it means that they're lying tangled together while doing so.

He breathes, realizes he's taking too long to answer. But he certainly hasn't let go.

"Yeah. I'm not going anywhere."