Abbaddon holds perfectly still as Kane manipulate the suprisingly delicate bones there. His breath hitches as Kane makes each of his quickb efficient movements to put them back into place. It hurt so much, more than any of his other bones did when needing to be set. His wings are are always a bitch to have injured but they heal faster even than the rest of him. The pain though.<br/><br/>Physical pain doesn't usually affect him much. He'd gotten pretty well every injury known to man, hell, and the heavens over the course of his life from harpoons to bullets to burns. As he sits in front of the food made for him by his husband though, it starts to get to him. It was just one tear at first. His wonderful husband had gotten him home, fixed his wing, and now even made him food. Another tear falls down his cheek and another. The burning, stabbing, aching pains in his wing had opened a door to Abbaddon's emotional distress and he couldn't close it now. He tried though, tried so hard not to become an emotional wreck.<br/><br/>It didn't work. Abbaddon lays his head on his crossed arms, face down on the table. His whole body shakes as he starts to sob. He'd fucked up so badly tonight, in so many ways it was hard to believe really. How could one person be so totally and completely incompetent? He belts out harsh wracking sobs that leave him gasping for air between. He's never felt so low in his whole life.