Chloe's eyes moved over Lucifer's shoulder to the television screen behind him. He followed her gaze, saw that it was still paused on him protecting them with his wings, and quickly turned the screen off. When he turned back around to face her, he looked even more uncomfortable somehow.

"I saw the tape," She said in a broken whisper.

"Right. Of course you did," He sighed. "You're here out of some obligation then?"

"What? No, I..."

Lucifer cut her off. "No need for any of that, Detective."

"I'm not here out of obligation, Lucifer."

"No? Then why are you here?" He stepped back away from her once more. He was shielding himself emotionally, preparing for more heartache, and she felt nauseous suddenly.

She ran a hand through her blonde hair. "Because you deserved more from me. You deserved better. I shouldn't have disappeared. I should have been there for you. I saw your Devil Face, and I needed time to process and a couple days turned into two weeks, and here we are."

He stared at her and she noticed, for the first time, how truly exhausted he looked. Lucifer looked lost for words as he watched her carefully. She spoke again. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer."

He put a shaky hand over his mouth. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I left you alone. I told you nothing could change how I felt, but I left you alone. You risked your life for me, and I left you alone."

"Hardly your fault, is it? I am the Devil," He said with a grimace.

"It's all true..." Her words were an echo of those that had broken him two weeks ago. Chloe. Please. No.

"Don't..."

"It wasn't a metaphor," She said breathlessly.

"I have never lied to you," He said emphatically.

"It's all true..." She took a step toward him and he backed away. The tension in his body was evident.

"Don't," He said more firmly. "I'm leaving, Detective. I'm returning to Hell. With Maze. Even if she does try to fight me on that part."

"Why?" Chloe looked... hurt.

"Why?!" His voice cracked in disbelief and emotion. "I am the Devil. The actual Devil. Even aside from you being mortal and me being immortal, it's still a bit messy. You can see the complications there. Now that you know, or rather, now that you believe, you won't want me in your life. You won't want me near your progeny. And that... That's just something I simply can't bear," He stuck a fist in his own hair and pulled. She opened her mouth to speak, and he cut her off. "No. Don't say it. I can't bear to hear you say it. I already know. I don't need let down easy. I've known since the moment I saw you looking at my true face. I know you want me to go, and so I will. Just, please, don't say it. I would rather spend eternity in Hell doing a job I hate and never seeing you again than to hear you tell me to leave."

She stared at him. Her heart broke for him. How could he think any differently? She'd backed away from him fearfully that day. He had nearly died for her, and she had rewarded his bravery and his selflessness by staying away from him. Her selfishness had cemented all of his self-loathing and self-deprecation. She took a step toward him, and he flinched and grimaced. He looked so broken.

"Lucifer..."

"Don't," He said through his teeth. "Please." His eyes were watery.

"Stay," She whispered into the space between them and time seemed to freeze. He cocked his head and looked at her. It looked as if he thought he was dreaming. She approached him slowly, as if he were a wounded animal, and when she stood directly in front of him, she repeated herself. "Stay."

He stared down at her, and his eyes drank in her features. She truly was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in all of his existence. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her and the raw emotion she saw on his face was all the proof of that she could ever require.

"Chloe..." Her name on his tongue was a raspy prayer. "You cannot possibly mean that surely... You can't possibly want that."

"It is. But what about you, Lucifer?" She asked and he looked at her questioningly, his eyebrows nearly at his hairline. "You're the Devil." He flinched. "You punish evil. You're supernatural, celestial even. You're handsome, intelligent, rich, and you've a revolving door of women in your life. And then there's me... So... What do you desire?"

He stared at her, dark eyes swimming with emotions, mind racing with possible responses. What did he desire? Wasn't that abundantly clear by now? He'd died for her. More than once. He'd put himself in the line of fire - literally - for her so many times. He'd gone to Hell and back for her - again literally.

Lucifer was overwhelmed by the emotion swelling in his chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe, like he would drown in all of the tears that he was holding back. He swallowed hard and looked deeply into her pale green, sometimes blue, eyes. He opened his mouth, his throat felt like it was swelling shut, his tongue got in the way, and his mouth closed once more. She looked... disappointed. Her eyes moved away from his and he reached out subconsciously with his hand. She looked questioningly at his hand. "You," He whispered, and touched his palm to her face. "You."

When she leaned into his hand, he released the tears he'd been fighting. They washed over him like a wave and he collapsed to his knees before her, clutching desperately at her shirt. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, or scare you. I..." His voice was a series of broken pleas. She could feel the pain he was in in his tense posture. Her hands were in his hair massaging his scalp as she cradled his head into her abdomen. Here she was with the Devil himself on his knees before her.

"Lucifer, shhhh..." She whispered. "It's okay. It's okay." She pulled his hands from her shirt and guided him to the couch. He followed submissively, more vulnerable than she'd ever seen him.

"Chloe..." He breathed and she met his gaze. "I... I love you." He fumbled on the words awkwardly. Then, he talked again, and his pace picked up rapidly in nervousness. "And I'm not sure what that means or how that works for me, or you, or...us... Or with me being Satan, but I am committed to finding it out." He closed his mouth and looked at her hopefully.

"I love you, too," She smiled back at him and brought her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

"Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope but failure's all you've known. Remember all the sadness and frustration, and let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go."