The hug was not something he had expected. When Gabe came over he had been bracing for harsh words or being told how he could have done something differently but the touch was gentle as the man he still barely knew hugged him close with tender affection. It felt overwhelming and he had been tempted to pull away but he felt himself relax into the hold. He couldn't have been more clear about how broken and damaged he was. He had also seemed excellent at offending the angel.<br/><br/>"You keep saying that you need to see the real me, but I don't think I even know what that is anymore." He admitted quietly having gotten used to playing the part for so many people in his life. Everyone from his clients to shitty parents they all had expectations and found him lacking. "I don't think I will be enough... Substance." It wasn't so much a fear as something he wondered about his hollowed out and pieces together self. What was really him anymore? Many parts he adopted felt like they could be... He didn't hate most of the roles he played so there had to be some kernal of truth, right?