of course i do

"Because…! Because it’s right!" he suddenly snapped, flinging himself backwards a bit with his wings, his feet landing with a clop on the ground a few feet away. "I’m saving you! Don’t you understand?"

"Everyone’s miserable here…" he mumbled, "If I don’t… do this…"

“How would anyone… how would anyone be happy?!" he bellowed, lifting his hooves up in front of his chest, his wings quickly unfolding in anger. He hated yelling at someone so frail… but… what else was he supposed to do to get his old friend to even start to comprehend?

He growled, hunching over slightly, his tail flicking to and fro in agitation.

“You… You’re unhappy, aren’t you?! Youre an outcast! I would know! I was too!! That’s why… that’s why I’m doing this!!" he continued to yell, before getting quiet again.

"Wait--"

Of all the things Lobo expected Ignis to do, losing his cool and screaming at the wolf definitely was not on the list. Thoroughly frightened, Lobo fell backwards and tried to shuffle back. His eyes, for some reason, would not leave the screaming baphomet.

He didn't understand anything Ignis was shouting about. He could barely even comprehend the other's words. Saving him? Everyone... is miserable? What was he even saying?

Lobo opened his mouth to speak, but his throat had gone dry and his mind blank. He could focus on nothing but the frightening figure looming over him and the pounding of his own heart. He... he was scared. And none of his friends were here to help him.

"N... No... You're wrong..."

He could barely get those words out, and they ended up being a tiny whisper. He balled up both of his hands. There was nobody here to save him.

"…"

So he did remember. Not like Lobo really expected the goat to forget — but it probably would have been easier on Lobo if he had.

"…I…" He paused, unsure what to say.

"I... uh..." He backed up a few steps, pointedly avoiding eye contact with Ignis. "I guess... not... maybe..."

What was he saying?! This was the guy that rained ruin upon the Earth! How could he not be bothered by this!

...Well, in truth, he was. He just didn't have the guts to say it out loud.

"Um... you..."

The words weren't coming out. He didn't even know if he had words to begin with. All he knew was that he wanted to run away, but his body seemed frozen in place. He couldn't escape the wide-eyed stare of the baphomet.

"It’s quite alright Lobo! I know you were never much for conversing! You were always such a shy little pup!" he laughed, his wings flapping as he floated in front of the grey wolf.

"..."

So he did remember. Not like Lobo really expected the goat to forget -- but it probably would have been easier on Lobo if he had.

"...I..." He paused, unsure what to say.

Lobo rubbed the back of his head. Was he being too clingy by coming over uninvited? Was he interrupting something important? He really hoped not, but it couldn’t hurt to apologize for intruding first.

It was almost hard for them to believe that Lobo actually cared. I mean, he wasn’t a stranger so he was definitely welcome, it just seemed so strange to the objecthead. 

Tele's reassurance put him more at ease, though he could still feel churning in his stomach the ever-present doubt over the truthfulness of his friends' words. He did his best to push this away; Teddy had always told him not to listen to that self-destructive voice.

He shuffled over to the edge of the pile of junk that Tele was sitting on top of. It was tall and looked sort of dangerous to climb, and instead of actually climbing, he looked up at Tele, mildly distressed.

"Um... maybe you could... climb down?" A small, sheepish smile formed on his lips. "I mean, unless you don't want to. That's okay. I'll figure out how to get up there." Without waiting for a reply, he reached up and put a paw on the handle of an old bike that protruded out of the pile. After staring at it for a couple seconds, he took a deep breath and pulled at it as hard as he could--

CREEAAAK

Oh shit

CLUNK

SHIT

CRASH

Things he probably should have known not to do: climb a heap of trash full of precariously stacked junk.

Things he did anyways: exactly that.

On the bright side, he now knew what it felt like to be the landing pad for an old rusty bicycle and what felt like a small microwave and the remains of somebody's ham sandwich. It was definitely a once in a lifetime experience.

“Lobo? What’re you doing here?” Tele asked from atop their usual spot, the biggest pile of junk metal in the scrapyard. While they were friends, Tele didn’t usually expect him to come by himself to visit. Maybe Tele should try and hang around them more, but… the thought was terrifying. 

Especially considering they still hadn’t figured out where that stupid fire demon was going to go next, and had been trying to find that out. That thing was terrifying, and Tele wanted no part of it. I mean, there wasn’t much use in them coming along anyways. They were pretty much helpless.

Lobo rubbed the back of his head. Was he being too clingy by coming over uninvited? Was he interrupting something important? He really hoped not, but it couldn't hurt to apologize for intruding first.