As Ryah went to take a call Drake waited, he could pick up bits and pieces with his better hearing but he almost felt bad for listening in on something so private. So instead he got up and went to check on Charlie shifting her head gently as he checked to see if the bite had healed. He was worried that maybe she was turned by accident or maybe it was some sort of charm. He glanced back up from the bed when Ryah made his way back into the room looking like he was in poor state. He didn't know how much goodwill he could drum up all things considered. Then again Drake never had much of a family to speak of and no one to watch his back. He was used to making things on his own and toughing it out so the act of kindness always came with a bitter taste of suspicion in his mouth<br/><br/>"I don't know who I should take my chances with." He said with an awkward chuckle, "Being in the fold with hunters or try my luck to plead with vampires. This is going to be awkward... then again I suppose I was once told a story about a partners grandfather who survived when they came to kill communists by hiding out with the Nazis. Hiding in a place you're least expected." He smirked at the idea and how crazy it all was. "It's cute you still think this is all going to blow over. Supernatural creatures live a long time and remember grudges for even longer." He glanced for at the girl again with a sigh, "Maybe that's one of the things humans get a perk in. They have a time limit to how much they can waste their energy on vengeance."<br/><br/>Really maybe it was for the best, why was he working so hard to convince himself it would all be alright? "Do you want me to tell you a story then? The story of how supernatural dickbags barrel through life and don't care much for how it turns out? I suppose I might be guilty for getting in the middle of it all myself, maybe out of boredom or lack of adventure... or maybe because I was a sloppy drunk at the time and couldn't think straight and thought I would go on the final run thought would end it all." He sighed again before shaking his head. "I'm going to at least help you into the car and figure it out from there." The other questions on his brain was where would be feed if he left? He knew a little of Boston and this was the city he was settled in and knew where the battle lines were drawn. Was walking into the unknown worth it? And what about when the hunters got tired of humoring him?