B&E

"Detective! I see you're awake!" Chloe lowers her gun, dumbstruck and not the least bit amused. Her partner is in her kitchen, at this ungodly hour and she is on the verge of shooting him for good measure.

"No, Lucifer, I wasn't." She grinds out. "I was sleeping, peacefully, I might add, until I heard someone rustling around my kitchen at two in the morning."

"Semantics, really." He shrugs nonchalantly, like it's no big deal. Like he belongs here. He tips the pan on the stove towards her. "Crepe?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I told you, escaped from Hell, having a bit of a vacation, etc, etc." He reaches into the fridge for milk and Chloe can see a carton of strawberries on the counter, the thin wooden kind that you only get at the farmer's market. Behind that are eggs and vanilla and...she's getting distracted.

"Don't play stupid. What are you doing in this house at this time?"

"I couldn't sleep." The look on his face is, dare she say, bashful. It doesn't matter though, because she has had more than enough of this.

"You couldn't...I'm going to shoot you."

"Now Detective…" He raises his hands placatingly; Chloe can only assume that something in the way she looked at him must have conveyed murderous intent because he really does seem concerned.

"Trixie has school in the morning. I have to be up in four hours. Plus, she's already confused about whatever this is and the last thing I need is for her to start telling everyone at school that a very strange man visits her mom in the middle of the night! You can't just sneak into our house like this!"

"I..." Lucifer looks properly chastised and none the happier for it. It occurs to her that he may have honestly thought that this was okay, which means she needs to set clearer boundaries, immediately.

Before she can start, he's speaking again. "You said that we were, are, friends. The other day." He clarifies. "Did you mean it?"

"Um, yes?" She's confused by the change in the tone of his voice. Something about it raises her hackles, warns her to tread carefully.

"That's not very convincing. Let's try it again without the uncertainty, shall we?" Lucifer adds that little hum he likes to use on suspects, only here, it sounds guarded, frustrated. Chloe steps towards him.

"Are you okay?"

"My question first."

"Yes, we're friends Lucifer. Which is why I have refrained from bodily harm." She pauses to size him up. "Is something wrong?"

"All manner of things, I'm afraid. Things have become complicated." He waves it off, closing the fridge door and reaching into the spice cabinet for the sugar.

"Are you in trouble?" An unfamiliar hint of emotion flashes across his face, one Chloe doesn't recognize. Paired with the man in front of her and, well, she'll take that as a yes.

"No matter! Now that you're up, would you care for a crepe? Perhaps with fresh strawberries and cream?"

She doesn't think it matters whether she says yes or not. She recognizes vices in all of their forms and this is one of his. He likes to cook and eat and yes, screw his way through challenging situations and since she's definitely not offering the latter by way of comfort, the least she can do is join in on the former. Besides, it's not every day a handsome man breaks into your home to make you breakfast, right?

Probably because it's not a normal thing to do and she will absolutely talk to him about those boundaries she mentioned earlier, but for now, there's no harm in sharing this moment with this man who is so far out of his depth. She smiles gently at him.

"Did you at least make coffee?"