Gabriel sighs. Yep he had definately screwed up.<br/><br/>Abbaddon shakes his head at Gabe. "Liar."<br/><br/>"It wasn't a lie, I just didn't... phrase that well. I meant that I didn't want him like... like that. As some sort of puppet or doll. That he isn't her, and I don't want him to be her. It just... didn't come out right." Gabe says miserably. "I said I wasn't proud of that. I'm sorry Drake. That really wasn't what I meant."<br/><br/>"Can you be nice to him when he's a shithead Gabe? You aren't one to lose your cool like that." It was odd behavior from Gabriel for certain.<br/><br/>"It's not the mouthyness." Gabe mutters. Maybe it was stupid but the rejection hurt. Not only that but the accusations. "I don't think I can sit there quietly while he accuses me of hurting him int he most vile of ways. Things that would damage myself and make me fall from grace. I should hope that is apart of his illness, otherwise it might be best tocresearch a way to live apart. I do not wish to hurt him, no matter what he thinks, with my words or otherwise."