Standing in the middle of such a holy place Drake couldn't deny that he felt... dirty... before meeting Gabe before this all happened he thought himself destined for Hell and all this was a sudden revelation. It caused his breathing to pick up as he could feel himself start to tremble when Gabe turned him around and spoke to him explaining that it was just so simple, to take the literal leap of faith. He was shaking his head already the fear clawing at every part of his skin. It had been a long time since he had been this afraid. Feeling Gabe and his soul connect had been a hint of this moment. "No no, once more a bad idea." He licked his lips his eyes darting anxiously over Gabe's face as the angel would see the signs of his disorder kicking up.<br/><br/>It had lessened with the medication and even a bit of therapy but Drake seemed almost manic in that state as he spoke, "You can't fix me. I don't know why you're bothering to try." Sure pretty words about gold cracked pottery were nice in theory and when it came to his body he had long accepted them it was different for his mind. It was a conflict at a crossroads, the problem with any form of help was realizing that one had to stop fighting and sometimes put their guard, take off the metaphorical boxing gloves and step away from the ring but at the core Drake was convinced the gloves always needed to be on and up ready for the next swing life took at him. "I don't think your daddy would approve me polluting the water either way."