The fact that Gabe was okay with this and seemed approving of the situation left Drake even more dumbfounded. "I was trying... To say something comforting to try and prompt him into action not to rip him a new one with my feelings!" He had wanted to do the right thing and now being able to navigate the social landscape he felt so relaxed in felt liked a minefield. "Oh this is just fine and dandy, should I go around and tell children santa isn't real, or visit a cancer ward and tell them all they will 9/10 die a painful death with suffering? You know sometimes lying has a time and place and this forced honesty is bullshit. The truth is ugly." He hissed viciously feeling like his skin was crawling. A hand went up to start rubbing at the place he had felt that invisible harness. "Why am I bothering trying to argue this with you? Angels tend to see everything close to one sided... It's a waste of my time." He mumbled to himself "black and white, good and evil, gods word and sinners. So what am I then to you Gabriel? Other than sick?" He said looking his dead in the eyes. Drake was feeling rather Savage and it seemed the truth spell wasn't letting him hide any of the resentment he had built up. "I wish I could turn that horn around back on you so could admit that if you had the chance to have 'her' back in my place you would take it in a heartbeat." It was terrible but it was like the infected wound wouldn't stop bleeding out of him.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Kane had been shocked and not sure what to do with himself at first. He had said he would meet Abbaddon about back and he looked a little lost as he stood out there seeing his lover set up. He looked so determined... Kane still felt like there were things left unsaid between them so as he approached his husband he tried to gather his breath to speak. Drake had really kicked him when he was down but also shocked him in the weird tailspin his mind was in. "Is there anything I can do to help?"