Im Almost Me Again

Lucifer stays silent, lets Alastor’s thoughts tick between their quiet breaths. How much is he willing to share? How much can he say aloud until he breaks? How long can he think about it before that knot in his stomach works itself loose and then it all comes flooding out?“My scars,” Alastor hears Lucifer suck in a breath, his hands stilling at the base of his ears, “they ripped chunks of flesh from my body and dug so deep you could almost see bone. Snarling in my ears and broken glass in my hair.” Or: Alastor and Lucifer lie in bed talking about their fears in the early hours of dawn.