Staying put he watched Reake rush over and be concerned, which didn’t ease Drake’s weariness in the slightest. He could feel there was still some energy on him but he wasn’t sure if it was the remainder of the truth spell but the tug felt like something else as he seemed to buck against it. “What the fuck is happening?” He asked honestly concerned and confused now as he felt like he had stumbled into something far bigger than himself and the paranoia was hard to fight right now as he darted between the two men. He hesitated to disclose what he had heard because it felt important yet he wondered if he was going to survive this little adventure.<br/><br/>“It happened suddenly, he helped me stand up and the moment we touched it felt like he went under, his eyes were glowing and he spoke...” Drake repeated word for word without flaw what was said as he felt like at least Reake should know and if it meant he was in deep shit than so be it. He needed to face it head on just like he had everything had had come before. Still this felt heavier and more dangerous somehow older. “Then he collapsed like this. Is he going to be okay?” He asked with a tone of hesitation as he tried to piece together what was happening. He was smart, sharp, quick witted normally but he wasn’t close to angels and hadn’t spent much time with them outside of Ryan. There was an impulse to offer to help but it felt like had done more damage than good at this point.