Reake listened carefully and took notes where he needed to. The angel is used to hearing the worst of things and manages to keep his face straight and professional for the sake of his paitient, though the concern remains in his eyes. As does the empathy. Sexual and physical abuse, emotional and neglect of the worst kind. Drake certainly hit up all the worst of humanity in his earliest and most delicate of years.<br/><br/>Gabe was not so used to hearing about this stuff. He saw it, certainly, and usually smited the individual responsible immidiately. Having it done to his soulmate though, and by people who were supposed to care about him... it boiled the angel's blood. For once, he thinks he can understand Michael and the lava that runs through the man's veins.<br/><br/>He grips his fists until his knuckles are white and his fingernails bite into his flesh. He can taste his own blood. Reake shoots him a warning glance. The other angel can feel his burning rage at the no ster who hurt the person he loves. He tries to calm himself. This was about Drake, and letting the man come to terms with his trauma. He needed to be here for his love. Drake needed his support and acceptance. These thoughts keep his temper in check.