When Kane cleared his throat Abbaddon jumped a little. He hadn't sensed the man come in. His first I stinct was to hide the painting, but that would be stupid as Kane had clearly already seen it. Now his husband would know how riddiculous he is being. He handled their laughter and teasing a lot better these days, but this in particular always had the power tohurt him worse than any physical blow. He has no idea why that is, but just seeing it again hurt. It brought up the devastation, humiliation, and sorrow he felt back then. He still doesn't understand why they did it. Tears well up in his eyes but he refuses to let them fall. Not over this, not in front of Kane. "I know." He croaks out. He did know they were wrong, but it still hurt.<br/><br/>Those big, warm hands on his shoulder were very comforting. When Kane asked if this was why he at first wanted to deny it. He is not a liar though and especially not to Kane. "Yes." He mumbles miserably. "It's just stupid, I'm being stupid." He follows up with, closing his eyes. He knew he should just let it go, burn the paainting and move on, but he feels stuck. With the other paintings pulled out, Kane can see that Abbaddon clearly had talent. "I am going to paint again." He says, but with much less conviction than he had felt mere moments before.