Abel was sitting in your shared bedroom, seemingly very upset when you walked in. So, like any good partner would do, you went over to him and sat with him. He told you what was wrong. Fucking Lute. Again. She apparently said all sorts of rude things to him, like that he's too fat and that he will never be as good as his father was. There was more. Some of it he was hesitant to tell you. I guess it's because the words weren't very.. angel-like.. So you are just cuddling in your bed, holding him and reassuring him..