[ Elio gestures between them, talking about getting rudely interrupted in your life and a part of Lucifer bristles at the thought of Chloe being referred to as people, as someone on par with, say, Michel, that miserable bastard. All the same, when Elio rolls down onto his side and puts his head on Lucifer's thigh, his tension completely dissipates, leaving just the urge to touch, to emphasise the connection between them, physical, incidental, cosmic - whatever it might be. Gaze sliding away from the other man's, he runs his hand through Elio's thick curls, initially at a lazy, uncoordinated pace.
Then, he settles down a little bit further, finds a better angle for his hand and starts picking curls apart from each other, putting them in order, one after the other. It'll leave Elio's hair all puffy once he's done and Lucifer probably shouldn't, it's making him look all sorts of bird-like and unfortunate. Regardless, he keeps going. Puts them in order, strand after strand, pulling gently at the curls and feeling them slide between his fingertips, warm and soft.
When he speaks, his eyes are downcast, following the motion of his own hand. ]
Then, I'll do my utmost.
[ He looks at Elio then, carefully. It's so hard, he thinks, to know what's up and down these days. Whether doing the right thing is even possible when your actions, well-intentioned, open and true, can lead to... He sighs. Continues, lips curving ever-so-slightly: ]
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Then, he settles down a little bit further, finds a better angle for his hand and starts picking curls apart from each other, putting them in order, one after the other. It'll leave Elio's hair all puffy once he's done and Lucifer probably shouldn't, it's making him look all sorts of bird-like and unfortunate. Regardless, he keeps going. Puts them in order, strand after strand, pulling gently at the curls and feeling them slide between his fingertips, warm and soft.
When he speaks, his eyes are downcast, following the motion of his own hand. ]
Then, I'll do my utmost.
[ He looks at Elio then, carefully. It's so hard, he thinks, to know what's up and down these days. Whether doing the right thing is even possible when your actions, well-intentioned, open and true, can lead to... He sighs. Continues, lips curving ever-so-slightly: ]
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