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[Smiling, pouring them both their cups.]

What happened while you were gone?

[Lucifer waits until his cup is poured, then pulls it to him, before he answers.]

I lost.

What did I miss here?

[He shrugs.]

Nothing. Some waiting.

No hijinx from the Animus? I'm disappointed in them.

[He sips the tea, looks at Break's cup as a memory finally settles clearly in his mind]

I was going to find some bees-

It's just been a week.

You- lost? What do you mean? What does that mean?

It means I lost. Everything.

[There is no exaggeration in what he's saying. Everything is gone for him now, even the last two people who wanted to get him out.]

I asked Michael to stop, and he wouldn't. And then Castiel- he killed Raphael for trying to get us out of the Cage. And now, the only demon who could have freed me again is strung up on the racks.

[His voice falls lower, barely audible.]

I am never getting out.

Well. You're here now.

[Break informs him, quietly.]

I have you. And when I leave here, I will find you.

[Lucifer reaches a hand across the table, then looks at it and considers withdrawing it.]

Come here.

[Not that there's much space, it's a small table, but things are...strange to him right now. Disorienting.]

[He stands, and pads over, picking up his teacup and moving to stand next to Lucifer's chair. With the spare arm, he flings it around Lucifer's neck, pulling his head to rest against Break's stomach, holding him steady like that.]

I should have brought you a souvenir. 'My Angel Went to Hell and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt'. Something like that.

[He can manage his usual snarkiness when he has support, when he doesn't feel like he's teetering on an edge.]

As bad as this place is, I'm glad you're still stuck in it.

What's a t-shirt?

This.

[He leans back a little, tugs on Nick's ratty green t-shirt to show him.]

Do you have to wear them in Hell? Are you a poster-child?

Yes.

[Gravely.]

I am Satan. The poster child.

Why, do you want to wear it? We could be a pair; Juliet made me new shirts after our adventure in the Tunnels.

I think dressing to match might be a little ridiculous.

You don't like my wardrobe?

[Though he's fairly sure Nick's pants, at least, would be far too long.]

It lacks purple.

[Hugging his head (his whole head) a little tighter. Lucifer is back.]

[Lucifer's arm circles Break's waist, pulling him just that much closer. He can hear Break breathing, and his heart beating, and there's nothing like that in the Cage.]

We could fix that.

[He just smiles, and hangs on.]

I have to tell my brothers I'm back, but they're going to figure out what- happened. And if people here start to think I'm desperate, I'll never get them to cooperate.

[His scheming never stops. Even when it would be healthier for him if he took a break from it.

He doesn't let go of Break, or his grip on the table's edge, as if those two anchors can keep him still.]

I don't care about cooperation right now. I care about you.

I need you.

[He looks up at him, searching him quietly.]

Knowing you, you probably knew that.... But I can't do this without you. If I managed to learn anything back home, I have to say it's that.

It's nice that you know it too.

[Kissing his forehead.]

Time for sleep, I think.

[He grips Break tight, fingers in his hair, and nods. Break needs sleep; he needs to talk to Castiel before he loses his nerve.]

Let's go.

[He stands, and leads the way upstairs to the bedroom.]

When you wake up- see if you can find that paintbrush I had.

Anything.

[He agrees, breezily. Yes.]

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