Gabe had expected the fear, the resistance, so many did not realise that healing was even possible after a certain point. They lived in fear and guilt and sorrow and that was the box he had found Drake in. It was time to shed some light in there. "It's okay, I would never do anything to harm you. You know that deep down. It might hurt, but healing often does, stripping away what is wounded and dead inside you and leaving room for fresh growth, for healing. It is never too late Drake." The angel urges softly. He keeps a firm hold of the vampires hands so that Drake is aware that he will not just toss him over and that this is his choice.<br/><br/>"You can't taint this place Drake." He says with a shake of his head and a smile. "It is a part of you as it is a part of me. You belong here and it can help you. I can go with you if you want, I can carry you." He offers softly. He would go anywhere with Drake. "I don't want to fox you Drake, you aren't some toy that's been broken. You are my soulmate and you are wounded. I want to help ease your fear, your pain. I want to help you heal." He kisses the vampire on his forehead. Even if it didn't happen this time around. Gabe would try again, and again and again and again until Drake felt safe enough to jump.