Abbaddon was still sobbing on the table when Kane came back. He didn't notice the man at first but he. Did when Kane picked him up. He wraps his arms around the man's neck and holds him tightly as he is carried to the livingroom. "Y-You c-came b-back!" He sobbed out, smearing his wet fave all over his husband's shoulder. It was certainly not Abbaddon's finest moment. Despite appearances this was a positive thing in their relationship, the angel felt safe enough to show such vulnerability around the demon. He does not release Kane's neck as they have a seat on the couch. It felt like he just wanted to crawl inside of his husband and live there for a while until the world stopped fucking with him.<br/><br/>He only sobs harder at the kind words from his husband, clinging to Kane like a lifeline. Right, it was okay to cry when you are upset. Reake had told him, Michael had told him, and now his husband was telling him as well. So he let it out. It takes a while, hard to say how long, eventually though he slows down and then stops. He has the hiccups and his breathing is still stuttered, but he is feeling much better. Not perfect but better. He lays there against Kane's chest, holding the man. "Thank you." He whispers softly, greatful his husband had been there for him, and feeling more in love with Kane than ever. "I love you so much." He says softly.