Abbaddon was just standing there, as if he hadn't even noticed the flames, or the fact they were home. He was looking down at the same spot where the bloodied corpse had fallen after he drove his blade through it. The question finally made him look up, but not at Kane, he couldn't look at his husband right then. It took him a moment to realize what Kane was talking about.<br/><br/>"I need to set the bones and clean it." he says, his breath stuttered. "It will heal. It always heals, on it's own or with Reake. Pain and suffering are transient. I heal from anything, everything." He whispers softly. It was true. Things that could even kill most angels healed up just fine on him. Abbaddon often wondered himself if he were immortal and God just never told him, he'd never tested that though. "I should get clean before I set it." He says.<br/><br/>Stiffly, he moves toward the bathroom and strips off. The death of one more idiot who tried to kill him shouldn't bother him, but it does. The sudden attack while in Kane's arms, a place he felt so safe. Pulling off his robes hurts like a bitch as he drags the cloth over his busted wing. That demon had almost hit Kane, it had been so close. The stares, the whispers, Iris's biting words, the image of Kane backed into a literal corner - it all flowed through his mind as he turned on the tap.