Pain and suffering might feel that way to Abbaddon but Kane couldn't help but wonder if he brought this upon the angel. This sort of shit tended to follow him and his life was one giant mess which was why he had tried so hard to stay away and tell the angel not to care about him. If this marriage was a sham he thought maybe it would be better off that way right now because if the angel was blaming himself Kane was doing so twice over. He knew he had yet to tell Abbaddon that be was in fact immortal and unlike the angel had tried every death he could think of just to try and find the loophole.<br/><br/>Spoiler, there was none so be was stuck here. He watched his husband go and cope with his wounds not knowing anything about setting wings so he stayed back and went to find another bathroom to at least get the blood off himself as well. This had all gotten so fucked up and Iris stuck with him as well and how much he had hurt her over the years because of his various conditions. He wondered if Abbaddon would grow just as sick of him as well, he tried to battle those thoughts as he moves to make something to feed the angel and at least try and apologize. Lighting up another smoke he didn't bother going outside this time as he waited for the oven timer to go off just letting his brain gnaw away at him.<br/><br/>Grasping at the silver lining he figured that at least his lover had been disappointed with him early on and before he could really get attached. Those were the half thoughts in his brain as he sat in the kitchen floor just waiting for the potatoes to roast.