"I don't understand. She's in love with him, and he's in love with her, but she doesn't want to be with him."

"She believes it's unprofessional considering he's her attending, and she's his intern. They work together, so she believes a personal relationship would get one or both of them fired," Lucifer explained to Amenadiel, keeping his gaze fixed on the TV. He didn't react to his brother's bewildered look, nor the snicker from Chloe as he cocked his head at the screen. "I have to admit, however, I'm impressed at her resistance. I would have hit that a while ago. Though. I suppose she already did, but he looks like he'd be great for seconds…"

"... Luci," Amenadiel protested, lightly smacking him on the back of his head. "Inappropriate."

"Inappropriate is kind of what I do, brother," Lucifer mused, reaching out to return the smack. Amenadiel just rolled his eyes, looking up at the TV once more. The three of them had finished eating and were settled over the couch, pillows behind them and blankets over their laps. Lucifer was in the middle, with Chloe and Amenadiel on either side of him. "I mean, am I wrong? Is he not attractive?"

"He definitely is," Chloe started, and Lucifer laughed before fixing his brother with an expectant stare. Amenadiel gazed back in disbelief before glancing at the TV, then back at Lucifer.

"I'm not attracted to men," his oldest brother objected. "I'm not the one to ask here."

"Yes, well, I'm not attracted to shoes, brother, but I can still tell when a pair looks good."

Amenadiel opened and closed his mouth, considering that for a moment, before casting an uncertain glance at the TV. And, after a moment's pause, he rolled his eyes and shook his head with a defeated sigh. "Fine. He's…" He trailed off. "Not… Ugly."

"You totally have the hots for Doctor Sexy."

At that, Amenadiel grabbed the pillow behind him and slammed it into Lucifer's face wordlessly. Chloe started laughing from beside him as the Devil looked down, the pillow falling into his lap easily. He blinked a few times, waiting until he'd fully recovered from that, before picking the pillow up and smacking Amenadiel with it right back.

"Ow!" His brother protested, snatching the pillow from him and smacking him over the head with it. "Really?"

"You hit me first!" Lucifer exclaimed, ducking to avoid another hit and trying to take the pillow back. "And it hurt, too! Is it possible to get a concussion from a pillow? Because I might have one now!"

"I did not give you a concussion from hitting you with a pillow, Luci!" Amenadiel huffed, throwing the pillow at him. Lucifer picked it up and threw it right back, pouting slightly now. Amenadiel simply grabbed the pillow and smacked him with it again.

"Amenadiel!"

"Okay, okay!" Chloe cut in, reaching over Lucifer and taking the pillow from them. But she was laughing now, one hand covering her mouth. "Boys, that's enough."

"Well, he started it," Lucifer complained, sinking back into the couch. Amenadiel opened his mouth to protest, but a quick look from Chloe silenced them both.

"I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it," she told them firmly. Then, after a moment, she reached over again and smacked first Amenadiel with the pillow, then Lucifer. "There. See? Done."

Lucifer sat, stunned for a moment, before turning to look at Amenadiel, who looked equally stunned. "How is it that a girl can hit harder than you?"

Amenadiel blinked, then narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to his younger brother. The Devil chuckled nervously and leaned back, though a grin was appearing on his face now. "Shut up, Luci," He eventually huffed, turning back to the TV. Lucifer laughed, and looked over at Chloe, who was shaking her head with an amused grin on her face. She eventually shoved the pillow back at Lucifer, who handed it to Amenadiel to put behind him again.

"So, who's that?" Amenadiel questioned, narrowing his eyes as another guy came onto the screen. Lucifer looked up, pausing for a moment.

"That would be George O'Malley," he responded gleefully. "A bit of a wuss at first, but an amusing character all the same." Amenadiel hummed in acknowledgement, and Lucifer perked up when someone else appeared on the screen. "And that is Alex Karev."

"Ooh, does someone have a crush on Karev?" Chloe teased, leaning forward and lightly nudging her shoulder against Lucifer's. The Devil raised an eyebrow, glancing at her before looking back at the TV.

"Only O'Malley and Stevens, love."

Chloe just laughed and sank back into the couch again, and Lucifer settled back with a smile. "Right, right." The Devil simply rolled his eyes at her and turned back to look up at the TV, letting out a soft sigh. For the first time in a long time, he was content, sitting beside his brother and the Detective. Though, his good mood faltered when he remembered that it would all be over in a month. Just a month.

A short, torturous month. The Devil frowned, looking down for a moment before sucking in a sharp breath and looking up once more, teeth clenching together. He wasn't sure what more he'd expected from his Father - Though demanding his return to Heaven wasn't exactly on the list - But either way, this hurt. Hell, it fucking stung. First his wings, and now God was forcing him into his own literal Hell, and oh, wow, did he hate it. He didn't want to go back there, not for anything.

For a second he considered it. Saying no to Michael, just flat-out telling him he wouldn't go back. The worst his brother could do was beat the crap out of him - Lucifer couldn't enter Heaven now without his own consent, so Michael couldn't drag him back if he said no. That begged the question, though - Was he willing to suffer the consequences? Michael knew his weak spots, knew how to get him to crack. But if Lucifer survived all of it, wouldn't it be worth it? More time with Chloe, more time on Earth.

… Or would Michael kill him? Would God order Michael to kill him, if he refused? Would Michael target Chloe? Or Amenadiel? Or Ella? Or Linda?! Remembering how Uriel had gone after Chloe… And Lucifer knew Michael would stop at nothing to carry out God's orders.

He'd killed Uriel to stop him from hurting Chloe. Lucifer didn't think he had the strength to do the same with Michael. And it wasn't that he didn't want to - Oh, no, he wanted to punish his brother for everything he'd done to him. And if he tried to hurt someone he cared about?

Really, what the Hell could Lucifer do against his brother…?

Lucifer swallowed and looked up, toward the ceiling, then over at Chloe. She was completely focused on the TV. She was innocent, an innocent human who definitely didn't deserve to be dragged into this family drama. None of them did. Amenadiel… Well, hopefully he was smart enough to know to stay out of it. He knew Michael as well as Lucifer did. But, Chloe? Ella? Linda? They were all defenseless.

The Devil sighed and let his eyes slip shut for a second, shaking his head faintly at himself. If going to Heaven, as much as he really, really didn't like it, would prevent someone he cared about being hurt, then he'd go to Heaven.

Decision made. Lucifer blinked his eyes open and looked back up at the TV, eyes narrowing slightly. And he stayed silent through the show, turning the volume down when Chloe started falling asleep. The Detective shifted slightly into a more comfortable position, and in her half-asleep state, she ended up leaning into Lucifer and putting her head on the Devil's shoulder.

Lucifer blinked, and went completely still, not wanting to disturb her. Chloe didn't even say anything, and she didn't move away. And before Lucifer knew it, she was snoring.

"Well," Amenadiel murmured, and Lucifer turned his head to see his oldest brother gazing at them through half-closed eyes, looking exhausted. "Would you look at that."

Lucifer smiled faintly, looking back down at Chloe. It was quiet for a while after that until Amenadiel spoke again, his voice quiet. "When are you going to tell her, Luci?"

"Tell her what?" Lucifer mumbled without looking up. "If it's the Devil thing, she won't believe me anyway."

"How you feel about her."

"Oh." Lucifer glanced up, then back down, giving a one-shouldered shrug to his brother so he didn't disturb Chloe. "No point now," he mumbled. "I mean… Heh, I have a month. No reason to get her attached - Or, more attached…" He trailed off, clearing his throat. "You should sleep, brother."

"Mm." Amenadiel went silent for a little while before piping up again. "Still think you should tell her."

Lucifer shook his head. And by the time he looked up, Amenadiel was snoring, too. The Devil sighed and shifted slightly, careful not to disturb the Detective, and quietly laid his head back and closed his eyes.