It was hard to stop crying and Drake clung to Gabe as he couldn't stop the words from slipping out, "why couldn't they love me?" It was not clear who they were but what did it matter? The words could apply to his parents, all the foster families, and all the boyfriends past. "Why... Was I not enough?" It didn't make much sense but he was no super coherent right now even as he made it out of the water and only land. It was a lot to take in and yes he had not been ready but he didn't think he would ever be ready. The scars on his face seemed to be faint now as if cleansing inside was healing the outside but Drake felt like he had no defenses left.<br/><br/>At some point though he couldn't cry forever and so he tired himself out and leaned into Gabe feeling like he didn't have many words. Lamenting that he hadn't been ready wasnt an option. His body shivered against the angel and he suddenly felt so small but he had survived. Somehow he was here and he survived... He still wasn't quite sure how to process the experience. "Why?"