It was hard to even take the tea as he felt so wiped. Gabe asked why he asked why but the question felt too big for him to hard to put into words all the things he wanted answers for. Drake didn't know the changes yet, he hadn't seen himself so instead of trying he spoke about what had filled his mind. "I hate sleeping. Sometimes the dreams are about the war or jobs that went wrong... But one of the ones that plagued me for so much of my life was one that felt so real it's in my head."<br/><br/>He breathed out again as he glanced at his hands only half noting some of the scars there looking pale, "just thinking about it makes me... Anxious. It always starts the same. I'm in a white room with no way to get out and the walls start to bleed. Blood just pouring out of them and filling the room as I panic and try... Try not to drown but at some point the room with have no space and I know I can't keep my head above the blood forever. It swallows me up and at some point I just.... I just let it and that's all I could think about down there. That this must be a sign of how I die. Drowning in my sins." He didn't look up at Gabe as he said it still feeling like a mess.