"You don't have to be sorry to me for their actions. You defended yourself." Gabriel says softly and slowly. He stays in close proximity to Drake, petting his hair and stroking a thumb over his cheek. He knew the real Drake, under this hard and cold shield. He had that knowledge, that honor, and he knew that deep down Drake still needed approval, to be wanted, to be needed. This was probably particularly potent in the face of meeting up with someone that tossed him aside like trash.<br/><br/>He doesn't want his vampire to have to leave. "We can do what you think is best, though I know you love this town. I can make them forget. Forget ever seeing or knowing you." Gabe had magical abilities far beyond the norm and these were mere humans. "We can also switch hotels or leave. I trust you my dear. What would you like to do?" He asks seriously. He would accept the answer, though he may not necessarily like it.