Gabe knew hos words hadn't quite landed the way he wanted them to. He swallows a sigh of frustration and kisses Drake on the forehead. "I mean it. We can figure the rest out together. You've been hurt a lot Drake, you need to take the time to rest and recover. That's all we are doing here... healing old wounds, curing infections that set in. You must be exhausted from having to carry all this on your own. Now that I have found you though, we can carry it together. I will watch while you sleep, and help you get better."<br/><br/>He didn't want Drake to assume he thought something was wrong with him though. It seemed he got a lot of that on life already. "Have you ever heard of the art of Kintsugi?" He whispers as he pushes up Drake's shirt. He presses his lips in a soft kiss on the first scar he sees, and then another, and another. "The Chinese take pottery that has been broken and repair it with gold. You see, everything is bound to be roughly handled eventually. When you put it back together and seal up the cracks it has greater beauty than before, it's stronger." He says.