"Good good. It seems like it is working appropriately then." Reake says as he pulls out a yellow legal pad and a quill pen to take notes with. Angels could be an odd lot. "As I am sure you are aware by now, feeling better is great, but it doesn't really resolve the issues in your life that lead to you feeling so down all the time to begin with. So today we are going to start looking at repairing the relationships you have and dealing with past traumas." The angel says with a smile. "Have you ever heard of dream therapy? I think it could be a very useful starting point for you." Of course the angel was not referring to the human practice of analyzing dreams.<br/><br/>_____<br/><br/><br/>Abbaddon just about jumped out oh his skin and Ashton got an elbow to the gut for his effort in sneaking up on the warrior. It was never a good idea to surprise that warrior in particular. His face turns beet red as he whips around, shoving the magazines and the tape measure back into his box. He somewhat relaxes when he sees it's Ashton, but then he just gets angrier. "W-What Kane and I do is our own business!" He tries to unconvincingly be firm about his new decision. He is not going to let anyone push him around about his preferences. He slams the box down and jabs Ashton in the chest with his finger. "I have a bone to pick with you anyway!" He says. "You shouldn't have betrayed Kane's trust! Plus you used me as your messenger! I should kick your ass for that!" He is, of course, referring to the spell AShton cast on Kane the night they were wed.