Reake raises an eyebrow at the comment about the taste because honestly... most people thought it tasted sweet. To each their own he supposes. He waits for the vampire to come back before nodding and getting up. "Wonderful. I will be back tomorrow and make you another dose. I need to give the medication time to work before anything I say will actually get through to you." He says. There was no point in trying to talk to Drake and resolve his larger problems when his brain chemistry os so out of whack he could barely function. The paranoia clouded his mind and the trauma made it difficult to process his feelings.<br/><br/>With that he left, simply vanished. He felt like he'd just had a sparring match with Abbaddon and went to a hot spring to relax and clear his mind, to harden himself for the fight ahead of him.<br/><br/>In the meantime Abbaddon had gotten up early like usual and made Kane breakfast. He brought it in to his husband and kissed the man awake. He didn't think he would ever get tired of this. "Good morning Kane. Have any plans for the day?" He asks his husband. He gets to work on th omlette he made for himself. The Denver omlette was new to him but he did a pretty good job.