[ From where Lucifer stood, and really from any point in his life since he'd known her, he had no issue with people thinking they were together. And while they weren't together, they were something. Enough of something that he wasn't running away anymore. He was willing to run toward her for once. Too bad he didn't know all that had happened to her that could complicate that further. ]

Nonsense. Because what we both need, right now, is a good, stiff drink. But instead we're stranded in what appears to be a completely dry, vegan paradise. Which should be classified as psychological and gastronomical torture.

[ Now that he'd gotten her to smile, it was easier to shove all that terror back into its little box and pretend it wasn't even there. ]