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He returns the smile, yet not quite to the same degree, and hugs her back momentarily for as long as she makes it last. “Yeah — yeah I’m thinking about it.” Blinking, he laughs, and decides to push the matter aside (mentally, anyway). “‘Course! But I’m in detention, keeping track of the rest of the other kids, so technically…” He whips out a wad of detention slips from his pocket and grins. “I can drag you with me whenever I want~”

He freezes when the first question flies out of the stranger’s mouth. He doesn’t turn to look, not yet, because they’re in school, and he knows that if he turns around he’ll exercise no restraint and slice through the person’s throat as if it was butter. The words are too true, and, really, Elena’s tendency to be a martyr is exactly the reason why he hasn’t told her yet. Not when he’s finally second-guessing his decision to avoid any forms of treatment that may save him. He just needs time. His hands clench into shaking fists, knuckles white from the mere effort of not turning around, and it takes even more to finally grit out: “If you tell her I’ll murder you.” Rarely is he this serious, this dark, especially out in the open, but it’s not like he can help it, either. “I dare you. I’ll rip your throat out with my bare fucking hands.”

With a soft groan he fell to his side again, and allowed one arm to wrap around her, pulling her closer, always. “Don’t die,” he mumbled, and wasn’t quite certain if it was his entire being or just his voice that shook from — sadness? Fear? Who knew? “Don’t ever leave me. Please.”

But that didn’t stop him from frowning in worry, eyes immediately opening to find the reason for the sudden gasp, the sudden pause. He should have known, really, but Lucifer had never been the perceptive type. Not when it came to such genuine emotions like love. Christ, how could he possibly know what it was when he believed he’d never experienced it at all?

He frowned, at first, in his dream. He probably wouldn’t remember how it starts, or how he got here, or where here was. But he liked the look of it — a nice change from all the carnage he saw whenever he closed his goddamn eyes. The land of dreams and reality weren’t too far apart, usually. He was surprised at the sudden darkness, but calmed down immediately when he heard the voice. Had they been playing a game? He couldn’t remember. It sounded like they did. Nevertheless he grinned and laughed and wrapped his arms around her, affectionately kissing her neck. “Maybe I should’ve tried harder,” he joked, meeting her gaze with his own, and wondering how long this would last. 

"Dork," he told her in retaliation, nodding in her direction with a grin. "How’ve you been while your awesome big brother was away? Hey — did you hear? I’m a prefect!”

He looked up at the knock on his door and didn’t bother to put any pants on, simply opening it in just his boxers. He caught the card before it fell and looked at the male quizzically before bursting into laughter. “Man, what d’you gotta be so stiff for?” He held his hand out and grinned widely. “Lucifer fucking Wilson, at your goddamn service, I suppose.”