Drake sat back in his chair, content for now with the brusque response. The sharp whine that tinged Sawyer’s voice was anything but a good sign, and the abrasive sound grated against Drake’s ears. Giving Sawyer another brief glance, he returned to his drink. The silence in the room was deafening. The message was evident: the gulf that had formed between Drake and Sawyer was too great for him to overcome. Whatever had happened to Sawyer to push him over the edge into this spiraling abyss... this was something that only he could overcome. It seemed, Drake mused, that many of his relationships ended with the other party being forced to resolve their issues. He was too stubborn, too arrogant to ever admit fault, and perhaps he was too gracious with his own forgiveness. Life had taught him to live close to he edge, and that there was no time to hold grudges. If only Alpha could have understood that... Sawyer didn’t need to know that she died in Amoridia. Drake didn’t know if he could cope with that information.