It's hard for Drake to shake the guilt he still feels at having made this request of Lup, considering what she's going through right now. Even as he steps up to her house and knocks on the door -- a courtesy to everyone else living there, really, as he knows she's expecting him because she texted him to come pick things up -- he feels a little awkward. What kind of jerk asks for help with a proposal from someone whose partner has just disappeared? But she'd wanted to help, so... maybe it makes her feel a little better too, in some way? Drake's not sure how much she's bluffing for his sake when he knows it must be hurting her, but he also trusts Lup to tell him to fuck off if he ever crosses her. So here he is.

He shifts the bag on his shoulder as he waits for someone to answer the door, hoping there's something in it she deems acceptable. Clothes shopping in Hadriel is a crapshoot at the best of times, which this isn't, and he's had too much on his plate to go to Margaery. Worst case, Lup tells him it's all horrible and he dresses like it's any other day. That doesn't sound so bad, he doesn't really want to make a huge production out of this anyway. Neither of them are the type.