Stepping into the room Kane had to admit this was the last thing he had expected. The way that Abbaddon had reacted last night at the mere mention of the hobby he figured that it was as distant for him as Kane felt about the piano. It felt like he had walked into some sort of sacred space that he needed to be welcomed into but it was far too late to stop though he wasn’t going to let the man think he was unobserved. Kane cleared his throat to get AB’s attention.<br/><br/>He saw the painting and it clicked right away just what had occurred as his eyes trailed over it and up to his husband. “You know they are wrong about you.” He stated simply seeing the red wings and words. Peers could be so cruel and he suffered a lot when he was younger both at home and school not fitting in or being understood. Hell had been a little different because by then he could inflict the sort of fear and damage that had demon’s weary of him and yet he knew there were always going to rumors. About his kids, marriages, past affairs.... “Is this why?...” he asked the question half finished but obviously referring to their discussion last night. He came over to the angel placing both hands on his shoulders as he stood behind him. It was comforting gesture and despite everything Kane didn’t fear him the way maybe some thought he should.