After following Mel back to their room, he couldn't help but notice his company's haze and exhaustion. Mel seemed ready to get going despite this, but Drake wasn't buying into the forced demeanor.
"Are you sure you don't want to get some more sleep in before jumping into your day?" the boy noted, eyeing the other doubtfully. Drake wasn't even sure if Mel would make it to the cafeteria without tripping over himself or forgetting where he was half-way there.
"I mean, I'll come with you if you insist on going," he conceded, eyes looking Mel up and down, "But only because someone's gotta keep you from spilling boiling-hot coffee on yourself."
Drake's last comment was a small attempt to tease Mel. Or, perhaps, a minuscule insult; an attempt for the boy to remain cold and distanced from his surroundings, as this was his usual defense mechanism.
Even he wasn't entirely sure what his intentions were yet.