Abbaddon worried about the two of them. He left a tray of food for Gabriel just inside his door. He didn't think a blanket and pillow on the floor was enough, but he didn't say anything. Drake is just so vulnerable, he doesn't want to do anything that might jeopardize the man. So as he got the bed ready in his thin pajamas he was surprised when the man started to speak to him. he sat down on the bed to listen, saddened by what he relayed. Maybe Drake had never really stood a chance of being right in the head on his own, he hoped his big brothers could help.<br/><br/>When Drake asked about Heather he looked to the side a bit. What could he says really? Did Drake actually want to know about his past life? "Heather was nice. Really smart, like Gabriel. She found her way to heaven by the time they met, Peter introduced them after she came through the gates. Stubborn, she was the only one that could out argue Gabriel. Beautiful, she had this deep dark skin and her hair was so curly, she had the prettiest smile..." Abbaddon looks down and away as he talked about her. He still missed his friend a great deal.