Reake listens with compassion, but there is a strong difference between empathy and pity. His eyes are sad as he jots down some notes on what Drake said. Reake doesn't pity Drake, doesn't look down on him. The angel wants to understand him and help him out of the hole he has dug himself into.<br/><br/>When Drake pauses, Reake lifts up a hand. "I thank you for sharing with me Drake, and we will get to the root causes of you behaviors soon. First, I would like to talk about what issues we are looking at, and where you are seeking to improve. I am already aware you have trouble sleeping, as well as paranoia. What things about yourself bother you, and you would like to improve on?" He asks seriously.<br/><br/>For now Gabriel stands back and allows his brother to do his thing. If anyone could truly help Drake, Reake could. The sunny angel won't give up, he knows that. He thought about mentioning sex helping him to sleep, but perhaps he would give that tidbit to Reake later. He was sure it was some sort of helpful clue into his lover's head.