The demon didn’t like hearing the normally positive man talking down on himself like this. He shook his head a little, “You’re not stupid. You’re anything but.... sometimes too smart for your own good.” he murmured. Sure Ab could be naive but that never made him dumb and Kane had long learned he was far more observant and sensitive than most gave him credit for. “We don’t have an easy role in this life.” He paused in thought trying to find the language to talk to Ab in a way he could understand, “But... doesn’t your Father give you just as much burden as you can carry?” There were some paints out and Kane knew he was not a visual talent by any means but he also knew that he had to help.<br/><br/>“I think this painting is just not finished.” He finally decided after looking at it, he moved to pick up the brush dipping it into the the red he proceeded to add to the text. Kane’s writing was neat. A part of him had thought about cutting off the parts that had been altered but you wouldn’t just cut out a part of your life like that, if anything Kane was learning you had to embrace things to change them. When he pulled the brush away the text read ‘Kane loves his Attack Dog’ with a rather amusing little stick figure dog in the corner. It was no work of art by any means but it made the whole thing a little more humorous and the language used was not one that the angel might expect from the demon who had yet to expression his affection verbally. Instead he leaned over and kissed the top of Abbaddon’s head. “What do you think?”