It was true, Drake wanted to be wanted to badly he had done depraved things to earn it in the past. But no more, and yet why was it hard to believe his luck that someone as amazing was Gabriel could be chosen as the person to love him forever? He had been discarded and used to many times in his life, sometimes demanding it other times out of the blue that the idea that he could be chosen was too farfetched now. He swallowed closing his eyes was Gabe assured him that he could take care of it all. How he had wished so much of his life that someone would say and do something like this for him? Now that it was here it put a lump in his throat and also an itch under his skin that felt like skimming that surface of the paranoia. It couldn't be true.<br/><br/>But now was not the time to freak out as he had damage control to deal with. "Maybe they could forget but bodies and cameras don't. It might just buy us some time..." He admitted shaking his head, "A part of me wants him to remember telling him to go fuck himself and that he didn't break me like that sick fuck sure hoped he had. Maybe he would be better off recalling it especially since I had intended to follow through on my threat." Pausing again his eyes met Gabe's, "I'm not a nice person like this. Even if you feel it's self-defense... the things I'm willing to do, the things I have done shouldn't be something a sane person should be able to stomach." The fact that he had been able to compartmentalize and cope as well as he had (be still poorly) spoke of his adaptable nature.