Kane had intended to change a bad memory into hopefully a good one, a twist in perspective but also in embracing the past and not letting it define you. He hadn’t expected that strength of reaction as Ab turned out in his hold he wrapped his arms around him in turn letting him cry as much as he wanted to as he stroked through that long and wonderful hair. The man was clearly really emotional right now and it was terribly adorable even if he shouldn’t have found it so.<br/><br/>The request shouldn’t have come as much of as surprise as it did. “I suppose so.” He never had much liked the look of himself despite being considered desirable by many he always thought his features too ‘pretty’ but if Abbaddon found the inspiration to paint by looking at his face than so be it. He pulled up one of the chairs there and sat down across from Abbaddon. “Is this fine then?” He asked curious as to what the angel had in mind. He was at least happy he could get Abbaddon to feel better about something that had previously been painful enough for him to drop the hobby all together. The angel were so wrong about him that it baffled him how a God would not reprimand them for thinking someone who was as faithful and pure as Abbaddon would be vicious.