Oh god Kane felt like he was fucking this up. At first he thought maybe he set the wings wrong but when he asked about the pain Ab didn't even seem to hear him and they seemed to be moving around alright. When presented with the food he then wondered if it was something he didn't like, or wasn't made well enough and had tasted a bit just to be sure as his internal panic elevated once more. Kane didn't have a lot of practice being emotional support for anyone. Diana, his wife, had always been his rock and he had been in a better place when they were together. Still shitty, but better. He didn't even have any role models as his father had been a piece of shit and his mom killed pretty early on so there was no formula to apply. His other string of lovers were around in various states of his depression and had all been more stable than he had been so while he could offer a crutch that's what they needed.<br/><br/>Then with any demons he had been with their emotional capacity varied but all dealt with things on their own so all in all he found himself searching his pool of experience only to come up empty with what to do. One thing for certain that was he felt at fault for bringing this all into Abbaddon's life. "I'm sorry." He offered after clearing his throat knowing that usually applying these words helped somewhat in most situations even if he didn't hand them out all the time. Going over the list of events of what happened he could see they the angel was in tears. First the situation with his kids, which he had hid, and the tongue lashing he got from someone he tried to be family with. Then the situation with his insane ex and bickering with him, finding out about Kane's fetish which he also hid. On top of that was Ab seemingly like a freak for the kinky sex they had which Kane wondered if he had coerced the other into when they could have just been vanilla and 'normal' but he had gotten carried away, and then hid it. Finally being attacked, like always, probably for their union and god the whole thing was a mess.<br/><br/>It was no wonder Abbaddon might be feeling this way and possibly having some serious regrets about getting mixed up with Kane and the demon didn't know what do with himself. He just felt like he couldn't stay here anymore though so he found his feet moving outside already wanting stress relief as he lit up another smoke but it barely grazed the surface. Pulling out his phone he dialed the number of the person he felt would be able to help more than his failed husband ass could, it was Michael and he had gotten his info back at the wedding party. He didn't care if the other picked up or it went to voicemail he just started to talk. "Hey, sooo... I think I did warn you at the wedding that I was going to make him miserable and I'm pretty sure I'm doing a bang up job without trying." He left out the 'like always' comment he wanted to tack on, "He's actually crying and while I know I'm shit I would really appreciate when things get locked down at the party if you could come by and comfort him or something. Say a prayer. I don't know what angels do nowadays."