possible trigger warning: I can't say it mentions blood but it alludes to it
He limps home.
When the elevator's door opens he notices the Detective walking up and down, glancing up with worried, angry eyes, when she hears him. He's white shirt is pink and red, and there is his sister's knife in his hand, and he knows that tears are running down his face.
Worse. He has nowhere to run.
The Detective is by his side in seconds, trying to make eye contact, but he can't. He can't look into her eyes, right after he killed for her. Not after he killed his brother. So he looks away.
Instead of letting him hide, she takes his face into her hand, and gently turns it towards her.
"Lucifer… What happened with Uriel?" it comes hesitant, and it's so wrong. She shouldn't be, after all the things they have gone through together.
She also shouldn't know about Uriel.
A sob tears through his lips, when he tries to answer, and the Detective takes one look at him and starts to explain. Apparently Uriel appeared in the penthouse when she arrived, and showed her his wings. And if angels were real, that means Lucifer was telling the truth the whole time.
That Lucifer is the Devil and her roommate is a demon, and all the impossible things she thought she had imagined, were real.
He nods, because he can't speak, trembling, waiting for her to answer to make him or break him.
She starts to say something, and there is a split second where it looks like the words get stuck on her tongue. She jerks her hands back and her eyes widen, filling with tears.
"I…" she stops, blinking away the tears before opening her mouth again. "Please Lucifer, I need a little time… just give me some time."
And she is out of his penthouse before he even understands her words.