Abbaddon had woken with the sun as usual. He was stiff and miserable. The sleeping arrangement didn't help but mostly it was the poor way he had been treating his body. The repeated injuries and lack of proper treatment, the lack of nourishment, and the stress from lying to Kane probably didn't help either. He went into his training room and performed his morning mortification before taking a shower. He was in the kitchen looking at the cabinets when Kane came looking for him.<br/><br/>He was trying to decide what to make. Kane had been upset over the dinner he prepared last night so he needed something good for breakfast this morning. He looks up when his husband comes in and gives a weak smile. "Good morning Kane! I was just deciding what to make for breakfast! What would you like?" He asks as cheerily as he can manage.<br/><br/>Honestly the angel doesn't look too good right now. He is pale, and has bags under his eyes. He is looking visibly thinner from so many days without a single bite to eat. He just doesn't look healthy at all.