Gabe held the vampire close as he sobbed. There were so many people in his life that should have loved Drake and never did. The angel couldn't understand it either. He has no idea why those fools didn't realise what a wonderful person they had used and thrown out like trash. He didn't want to understand their twisted actions. He didn't even want to try. "I love you." He insists. He isn't going to say the others didn't matter, because their lack of affection cut Drake deep. However he wants the man to know that was their fault, not his. Drake is perfect just the way he was created.<br/><br/>When Drake was all cried out Gabe summoned a cup of soothing hot tea to his hand. It would replenish the fluids lost and help soothe his likely raw throat. He gets Drake to drink some before replying. "Why what dear?" He asks. He has not released the vampire. He runs his fingers through the all black hair and notes the changes to his lover. He takes a handkerchief and dries Drake's face softly. Funny, they were not even damp after leaving the lake.