It doesn't take Drake very long to wash off the stripe of paint and make sure there are no black flecks left in the sink. He emerges from the bathroom with a freshly scrubbed neck and clean hands, coming up to where Jesus chose to sit.

He didn't explicitly ask why the other man wanted takeout instead of dine-in for a change but isn't reading into it. It's probably nothing more than that their conversation's been a little personal for native-occupied spaces. Not that he'd mind helping with quota like he'd offered, but... they're not done talking.

"This seat taken?"