🌼evil bambi🌼

I walk into the lobby, it empty besides husk at the bar and Lucifer laying on one of the sofas.

He's just staring at the ceiling-Weirdo.

I walk over toward him, leaning down over him, he looks tired.

I hesitate, "are- are you okay?"

He looks at me, "mhm."

That was a big fat lie.He looks so numb.

"Do you really wanna be laying here like this when Charlie gets up?"

"No."

"Then why are you?"

He doesn't say anything looking back at the ceiling.

"Lucifer."

..

"I don't feel like moving." He mumbles.

The fuck is wrong with him..?He was fine earlier-

Damn it..

I lean down and pick him up, his head resting on my shoulder.

"Where are you taking me."

"To a pit in the ground."

"Mm."

I walk him up the stairs to his suite, as I open the door there are rubber ducks scattered around the room.

"..what on earth.."

"In hell." He mumbles.

"Still got your tacky sense of humor." I set him down, his body dropping against the bed as he just lays there. "You're like a ragdoll right now, obviously you're not okay."

"You can leave now."

"I highly doubt you need to be alone right now."

I start picking up the ducks as he lays there.Where the hell do I even put them? Theres gotta be thousands.

"Why'd you run off after you threw me into that bookshelf." He asks, still not moving.

"No reason."

"There's got to be a reason."

I sigh, setting his ducks on the dresser.

"Then it doesn't matter."

I look over my shoulder, his body still in the same place.

"Yes it does."

I turn to face him.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"If I tell you will you tell me?" He asks.

"..fine."

He sits up, "I have neglected my medication and I started spiraling a bit."

"Medication?"

"Answer my question."

I sit on the edge of the bed, looking at him as he climbs closer.

"When I was young my father was quite abusive, and we referred to him as the houses monster."

He frowns, "oh.."

There's silence for a moment, a very long moment, but then he scoots closer and hugs me.

I don't reciprocate it, letting him hold me.My mama used to tell me, hugs aren't just for you.In this moment he seems to need it more than I do.

"I'm sorry I called you a monster."

"Hm. I'm sorry I called you a dud."

He looks up at me, little smile edging on his lips.

"Friends?" He holds his hand out.

I look down at his hand, then back at his eyes.

"One could argue we're married. Misewell be civil." I take his hand.