Kane tended to wake early himself, but nowhere as much as the angel. For him, sleep was optional here and there as he got most of his energy from feeding on other sources but it was a good way to kill time instead of staying up all night fiddling with tools. So staying in bed for him wasn't too hard as he pondered his own feelings in this situation. The spike of fear was still there and lingering when he thought too long about his predicament and he was sure there might still be bouts of serious panic or anxiety in his future. Because no good things tended to last and it could all be pulled away from him on a whim. But this morning he didn't have those somber feelings plaguing him so when Abbaddon woke up all chipper asking about food Kane spoke up.<br/><br/>His first thought was more about feeding on souls only to recall that the angel was talking about human food. "I don't really get hungry for most meals anymore." The depression had killed his interest in food and he hadn't bothered to get it re-interested. "But I'm going to make you something today." He admitted getting up. He had ported them back to their home as he moved to get up, "Go ahead and stay in bed." One had to wonder if part of this was Kane getting tired of Abbaddon's missed attempts in the kitchen even if he did alright most of the time, or maybe it was a small sign of acceptance and affection from the normally stand-offish demon.