[ When he says it, he looks away, does Lucifer. It was for a friend. Elio doesn't feel jealous at his words, although judging from their relationship, his own and Lucifer's, friendship's many things when it comes to the Devil and maybe, in another reality, another place on Earth (with another person), he would have been. Jealous. As it is, he's just happy - happy that Lucifer has someone worth returning to Hell for and happy that whatever happened to them, it has been resolved enough that he can be here now, with him, telling him about it and looking at him with his dark, deep eyes that say, you're a friend, too. Maybe that's the real reason he isn't feeling much jealousy at all, really. Because Lucifer is curling his arm around his waist and holding him close in every sense of the phrase. Physically and emotionally.
Elio steps closer, his tumbler of whiskey dangling dangerously between the fingers of his right hand, somewhere near the middle of his thigh, before he pushes up on the balls of his feet, almost on his toes, but not quite, leaning in and resting his chin on Lucifer's shoulder, the LA cityscape a kaleidoscope of lights behind him. Blinking against the dusk, against the colors and the shapes, going slightly blurry when he focuses on them for too long, he just stands there and inhales the nearness of the other man. The firmness of his body, the softness.
Things that don't exclude one another.
He smiles, a genuine sense of relief to it, for Lucifer's sake and for his own. ]
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Elio steps closer, his tumbler of whiskey dangling dangerously between the fingers of his right hand, somewhere near the middle of his thigh, before he pushes up on the balls of his feet, almost on his toes, but not quite, leaning in and resting his chin on Lucifer's shoulder, the LA cityscape a kaleidoscope of lights behind him. Blinking against the dusk, against the colors and the shapes, going slightly blurry when he focuses on them for too long, he just stands there and inhales the nearness of the other man. The firmness of his body, the softness.
Things that don't exclude one another.
He smiles, a genuine sense of relief to it, for Lucifer's sake and for his own. ]
You have very lucky friends, Lucifer.