The smell is what hit him right away, it was impossible to avoid and all too familiar. Then it was wetness that covered his hand that touched the skin there as he pulled his back from the kiss and saw the red that tainted it. It didn't look good. In fact it spiked his pulse up as he didn't accept Abbaddon's weak protests and moved to remove his shirt. He would cut it if he had to but the man was injured and he needed to know what was wrong. At least that was all that crossed his mind as he processed with the task in a state of desperation. Why was he hiding this? Why was he hiding from Kane?<br/><br/>With some effort he was greeted by the poorly tended marks and was understandably horrified to see them. Maybe fresh they would be shocking but in their neglected state it somehow was even worse. His eyes were wide as he wasn't allowing Ab to hide from him anymore. "Who did this?" His mind couldn't process that the angel had done this to himself, why would he? How could Kane have missed the signs of self harm when he was so prone to it in other ways? But the other someone else, while seemingly impossible with how well trained his lover was, was more probable than to think that he might be driven to this. It was shocking to say the least but all the same he couldn't look away.