When Kane spotted the other he stopped dead in his tracks. Abbaddon really did look worse for wear and he didn’t like it. In fact it earned a deep frown but he tried to recover it the best he could. He really wanted this dumb punishment to be over, the whole not eat and making yourself sick over something that wasn’t even his fault had to be so sort of joke of the council. What if the other was called off onto a hunt now? He wouldn’t be able to do his duty or protect anyone if they needed it... not without fainting on them.<br/><br/>But now was not the time to badger the other about things that had already been decided. No. He had a mission and he wanted to make it up to the other. He hadn’t played in from of Ab, or anyone really in years and he found himself nervous, not much different than the way the angel had hidden his paintings from him and felt unsure of his talents. In theory Kane knew that the creators of work were their biggest critics but all the same that didn’t lessen his anxiety by much. He tried to soften his expression as he spoke, clearing his throat he wasn’t going to bring up that he also probably didn’t look grand having pulled an all nighter but the creative energy had given him a boost.<br/><br/>“Let’s forget about that for a moment, I have something I want to speak to you about. something I want to show you.” He remarked after a beat as he moved to have Abbaddon follow with a bit of an imploring hopeful look in his eyes. Maybe he should tell him its nothing bad but it was hard to even get the words out, how was he going to sing anything at this rate?