“You’re a great angel, Lucifer. Don’t say things like that. You act like you don’t deserve kindness.” Lucifer wanted to tell Michael he’d always thought this, had always had this little, unintelligible feeling in his head. “Well, you deserve a lot more than that. I feel like I have to invent new ways to be nice to you.” “I’m sorry—” “No, don’t apologize. You’re a sweet angel, and I like to spend time with you. Don’t argue with me.”
