Gabe could feel down to his pits that this was a test of some sort. The way he felt Drake nudging him. He isn't certain what sort of test. To control his temper perhaps? It didn't matter, Gabe would sit amd hear his love out. Every sorid detail. He would be witness to his other half's pain, his existence. No matter how much he wamted to rip that man to shreds. To kick that couple out of heaven. To strangle the boyfriend that took advantage of him. The commanders that used him. The recruited that could only see fresh meat. Most of them were probably already dead. So many people used, failed, hurt, and manipulated Drake.<br/><br/>Reake doesn't react, he merely nods and writes his notes. Drake eould be familiar with this professionalism. It was meant to make it easier for people to share, to express themselves without judgement. "What about from there Drake? The war ended eventually." Came his toneless question. He could see how a soldier could easily get into mercenary work. A lot of the pieces were falling together. Mercenaries often crossed supernatural boundaries and he knew hoe the meeting with Kane went down.