The progress between Drake and Gabe had been minimal at best in the last few days. Drake had tried a few approaches from what it felt like a Rolodex of personality traits and other ways to get into the angels' good graces but it felt like nothing was very effective. He had even brought pastries, probably for the best he didn't attempt to make them, but nothing felt like it clicked right so Drake, for the most part, found himself rather quiet around the angel. He shouldn't have been surprised the commotion drew Gabe in but he still didn't know what to do with the man which wasn't something that happened to him too often. Normally people were all too happy to buy into whatever fantasy was presented which was far easier than exposing himself to actually being judged by someone and found lacking.<br/><br/>It wasn't like he thought himself unlovable but it was just far easier, and safer than the risk of having Gabe take his inventory. So far he didn't seem interested in anything else to any notable degree. Drake shook his head out of those thoughts and focused on Ryan his care. It hurt him to think that the other was exposed to the emotional trauma more than the physical even because that's the stuff that so often went untreated and really fucked you up. Scars heal up and usually stop hurting but the mind could be so cruel with what it chose to focus on.<br/><br/>When Kane realized that Abbaddon was asked to hunt the man too he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement running down his spine. This would be the first time they were fighting side by side and maybe it was wrong to find that as appealing as Kane did but he hadn't seen the angel hunt first hand since the bloody mess he saved Ab from so early in their relationship. "Don't worry I will certainly made sure to kill him. If you have any suggestions for the most painful method I'm listening." He was willing to split the kill but Kane wanted the asshole to know just what mistake he made and that he had fucked with the wrong person for the final time.