Just when Chloe is about to give up, he appears out of thin air, this time without showing his wings.
"Lucifer, you're here," She almost trips as she makes her way to him.
"Just making good on my end of the bargain. So, come on. I haven't got all day. Such a persistent woman, Detective. Almost went deaf from all those prayers you threw at me. Gosh." Lucifer twists his little finger in his ears as he sat down on her couch. She follows suit and sits across him.
"Sorry, I just - I wanted to explain."
"No need, Detective," His holds his palm up and continues, "I understand perfectly. Like I told you, I'm all for your happiness. You are happy, correct?" He inquires, brows quirk, hands folded on his lap.
"I'd very much prefer for you to be around," she admits and he shifts from his seat leans a bit closer.
"Why, did he hurt you?" Murder is in his eyes, and if she answers 'yes', well, hell hath no fury, as they say. Lucifer waits in anticipation, ready to drag the son of a bitch downstairs if she confirms his suspicion until she replied.
"No,"
The ex-consultant leans back and nods.
"Good. Because if he did, he'll answer to me."
A few seconds of awkward silence and she finally got the courage to ask him, rather, confirm what Amenadiel said.
"You love me...?"
Lucifer's smile drops, replaced by a smirk not intended for her, but at the brother who couldn't keep his mouth shut. Linda always kept the doctor-patient confidentiality and Detective Douche wouldn't meddle, and, Mazikeen's in Hell, so, Amenadiel is undeniably the blabbermouth.
"Yes," He admits without hesitation.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
The devil's forehead creased as he pouts his lips, perhaps thinking of a better reply. However, he's feeling a bit sarcastic so instead of dwelling on how to break it to her gently, he outright tells her what he thinks.
"I believe actions speak louder than words? Ah, but it must be a human custom to affirm one's feelings through words?" He pauses slightly then squares his shoulder "I love you, Chloe Decker,"
Lucifer stares into her eyes and watches it go wide, he's not sure if she's slightly blushing too. And like every one of those rare moments they seem to have, this one he ruins deliberately.
"There I said it. That's what you wanted to hear, right? "
Chloe's stares in disbelief, at a loss for words. How could he be so cold? But she figures it must her fault. Although in her defense, Lucifer was the one who pulled the plug on their supposed romance.
"Please stay?" She doesn't really know why she asked the devil that question.
"Why? So I could watch you and Pierce get all chummy? Hard pass. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love you still, in fact, I'll love you 'til the end of time, but basically, I don't want to torture myself any longer. As long as you're happy, then I'm happy for you. Makes sense, yeah?" He gesticulates for emphasis, "So, if that is all," He stands up and rearranges his suit, "I better get going. Souls to punish, a Kingdom to rule, etcetera."
He turns away from her, but stops midway, "For whatever it's worth, Detective," He began, not even bothering to face her, "I will always be your friend. If and when I could finally stand being under the same sky with the both you, I will come back and I'll be the bestest friend you'll ever have. Until then, let me be. I'm sorry I couldn't be your partner anymore, must admit that was the best time I've had on Earth."
