“I’ve become so dependent on you. What would I do without my beloved?” “Beloved?” Lucifer, smiling and scoffing, moved to the bed, settled down at the edge, right at the side of Michael. “Your beloved what, exactly? Beloved friend? Brother?” “Simply my beloved.” Michael smiled back, grand but sleepy, before he swung up to sit again. He shuffled closer to Lucifer and chuckled warm, perhaps at the confusion on the other’s irises and brows and mouth. “My beloved Lucifer.”
