Abbaddon set the painting down on the easel and leaned against his husband as the man spoke to him. Kane always seemed to understand him for whatever reason. His husband was right, their Father would not have given him more than he could handle. He is the one that let it affect him so deeply - mere petty words from immature children. He hadn't expected Kane to pick up the brush. He watched with wide eyes as the demon added to the scene. He'd been nervous when the man took some of the red paint but it quickly became apparent what his husband was doing. He slow let it sink it what the picture said, as Kane had never expressed as much out loud. It was right there though, plain for him to see.<br/><br/>He felt himself choke up. "It's beautiful." He managed to get out, voice cracking. He turned around in his demon's arms and hugged him around the waist. His whole body shook as he could no longer hold back his tears. "I love you too!" He sobbed out. They weren't tears of sadness as he expected them to be, but happiness and relief. That painting no longer had any power to hurt him, and better than that, his demon loved him in return. He just wanted to be close to the man. His tears stop pretty quickly though and he rubs his face. He has an idea. "Let me sketch you so I can paint you." He insists.