Abbaddon frowned, not because he was disturbed by what Kane said but rather because he could tell that it made his husband very uncomfortable. He looks away as Kane finishes speaking. He had his answer it would seem and he'd managed to make Kane feel ashamed in the process of asking. He really felt like he couldn't do anything right tonight. "You... don't have to tell me Kane, I never want you to be uncomfortable. We can talk later if you want, or not. I won't tell anyone I swear. You can trust me." Kane had clearly stated he liked his private life private. Abbaddon could certainly understand and agree with that. "If there is... something you like though. You can tell me. Okay?"<br/><br/>He leans forward and gently pecks Kane on the lips. With that done he turns and leaves the restroom, fingers entwimed with Kane's. He wonders what the hell he can fuck up next and his shoulder sag with how utterly miserable this evening has been. It does not get better upon leaving the restroom.<br/><br/>Kane and Abbaddon would bith acutely be aware that nearly every eye in the room was on them and a lot of talk died as they emerged from the restroom. Abbaddon swallows hard and his eyes seek out Michael. The arch angel looks back at Abbaddon and he looks upset. Biting his lip as he talks to some other angels. All he can wonder is, what now?