The assult was not something he had expected so he hadn't prepared for it and that's how he found himself pinned under the angel throwing insults his way that he couldn't even deny. It was sad really because Drake has accepted himself and his place but he figured Gabe really drew the short straw with the reborn soul being him. His whole being was only geared for survival and he couldn't give much of anything beyond his body. He did have to agree that he didn't know Gabriel and it had been wrong to assume but they had spent so long cornering and insisting they do things their way why would he think that he got to make any choices in this matter? He didn't even get a chance to reply.<br/><br/>Just like that and the man was gone and the empty feeling which was a tad familiar filled and amplified. Fucking hell it made him want to run to all sorts of vices and right now there was one at the top of the list. He needed someone to take him out of his head, his thoughts were swarming him and he needed to feel full again. Not only full but seen and useful. He needed someone to own him in that moment make him not think and call him a good boy as he pleased them or at least slapped him around and called him a whore for a few hours. He would take anything right now but he was out the door and headed to the BDSM club before he was even aware. Usually he would careful and choosy take his time but Gabe had been right outside of certain things he had little to offer. Here though, here he knew he felt wanted if only for his skills and body as well as his lack of limits and masochism. Maybe he could be free for a moment and be filled but he knew the feeling wouldn't last even as he craved it. Just a little fix, just something to make him feel worthless and priceless at the same time.