Waking up with the dawn, Jackson pulls feebly out of Drake's grip, sitting up slowly to try and keep his aching muscles from complaining too loudly. He feels beyond weak, not surprising since he can't have eaten for many days. And a bath, oh how he needs to wash.

But there's nothing he can do whilst Drake slumbers, and he wouldn't wake the other man for anything. Not after all he's done to look after him.