Shut in was close to describing him at this point but Drake bristled against the description. He hated yet another medical professional coming in telling him what to do and how to be, he had sought help before and had gotten burned before. “I function just fine for someone who lives their life as a marked man.” He added through clenched teeth feeling like Reake didn’t understand his life and what he had been through. It wasn’t like he loved having to scan a room for targets or enemies every time he walked in, or looking for all the surfaces that could take a bullet or made to be an exit anytime he visited a new place. But at the same time he couldn’t remember his life any other way at this point and while routine kept one safe, it also made you a target. Which proved all the more true with Reake showing up at this doorstep with demands.<br/><br/>He didn’t care right now what Reake said about Kane as he seethed, but quietly. He wasn’t one to shout and combat an angel like Kane had... no. Sometimes it was easier to give ground and let people think they had won. He took the drink, throwing it back he opened his mouth for Reake. “There. Happy? Now... that tastes gross and I need to wash it out of my fucking mouth.” He stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. Drake had a lot of training his life, part of it had been in very dangerous armed forces and he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve for how to fake lots of things including drinking liquids or even storing things in his mouth to get later. Turning on the water he spit the medicine back out despite having it seem to Reake that he drank it. He glared at the sink with a sense of fight and resolve he hadn’t felt in quite a while.<br/><br/>He wasn’t going to argue about his relationship with Reake. The man clearly judged them and didn’t understand that while it had been fucked up it was the best thing they had. He wasn’t looking forward to the know it all angel rubbing things in his face with a holier-than-thou attitude. That’s why he hated angels because they always felt like they knew better and were more right than everyone else and everyone should live like them in a peaceful existence. Drake didn’t want to cure his paranoia or much else, it was a constant and also what kept him alive this long. He used the toilet for good measure and geared himself up for the metal warfare he would have to do with Reake to get his way and move this process along. He had fooled plenty of shrinks before and he figured the man had a timeline not to waste it on the vampire.