Abbaddon rose to every challenge that Kane laid down that night, heeded every request, pushed every limit he had. In short he gave his relationship with Kane everything he had, as he had always done with his purpose. When the two of them finally collapsed into exhaustion on his bed, he curled up close to Kane. He rested his head on the man's shoulder and fell asleep with a smile, certain now, it could work between them.<br/><br/>His morning wakeup was warm, a kiss on the head and affectionate words even if he didn't quite catch what was said. He is abruptly confused as Kane bolts from the bed. Worried his husband might be sick or have a hangover, he moves to follow and has to stifle a groan from the ache in his body. By no means a normal ache, he felt like he'd been beaten black and blue. Nonetheless he hobbles over to the bathroom door in time to hear Kane sob. He knocks on the door. "Kane? Are you alright? I'm here for you?" He says in a quiet raspy voice, frustrated with his abused voicebox.