Chloe had dropped Lucifer off hours before, had walked him into the nightclub, exchanged her barbed comments with his flirtatious banter, and had said goodnight. She couldn't bring herself to apologize again. But the need to make amends was still burrowing through her, had made her toss under the blankets of her bed, wide awake, until she had thrown them aside with a frustrated grunt and jumped from the bed to hastily dress and rush to her car.

And yet here she stood, outside the door of Lux, suspended in time as she willed herself to open the door and walk in. It was so late now that the patrons had left and the nightclub was closed. She shook her head, as if she could jar loose the thoughts that had made her pause. Chloe silently scolded herself for suddenly feeling intimidated by Lucifer, or at least by his vulnerability. Charming, overconfident Lucifer was someone she could stare down without a thought; injured and hurting Lucifer took away all her bravado. She pushed open the door and walked forward.

Lucifer was lying prone on his bed, scotch on the rocks in his hand, while he stared up at the ceiling. He studied his bloodied leg in the mirror above him while swirling the drink in his hand. Chloe watched from the open bedroom door, having wandered through the nightclub to find it abandoned. She hesitated to bring attention to herself, suddenly feeling foolish for showing up like this just to apologize again. Lucifer's face was brooding. He was so deep in thought that it was several moments before he caught Chloe's reflection in the corner of the enormous mirror suspended above him. She saw him start just the tiniest bit before composing his face into his usual suave expression.

"Why Chloe, changed your mind, did you? I knew you would eventually come around, but I must say, I didn't expect it to be tonight."

Chloe rolled her eyes almost imperceptibly before answering, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Her voice came out smaller than she expected.

"Ah, sex as way of apology, that's always a good one." He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I hope you don't mind being on top, I imagine my bending this leg too much might muck up the healing process."

"No, I… I'm just – I'm not here for…. I'm just here to say I'm sorry, dammit. Stop trying to have sex with me." Lucifer laughed as she became flustered, scrunching up her face as she stumbled over her reasoning for showing up in his bedroom. But she also blushed the tiniest bit. "Could I take a look at your leg? You'll need to change the bandage."

Lucifer gestured to his leg, indicating she was free to check the wound. She walked forward and kneeled in front of him, staring determinedly at his thigh and refusing to think of how close her face now was to certain areas of his anatomy. His boxer briefs partially covered the thick bandage taped to his skin. She reached forward with both hands and gingerly pushed the fabric farther up his thigh.

"Where's Maze?" she asked. The silence was bringing too much attention to the intimacy of their current position. She needed a distraction.

"Maze is throwing something of a tantrum at the moment. She wants me to go back to hell before this whole 'injured and bleeding' thing gets out of hand."

Chloe nodded. She gently peeled back the bandage to reveal the jagged edges of the bullet would, held together by thick black stitches. She hissed in a breath when she heard a tiny gasp of pain from Lucifer. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I did tell you to shoot me," he replied. She looked up at him. His eyes were dark and brooding, lids heavy, as he looked down at her. Chloe looked back down quickly, ghosting her fingers over the wound, as if she could heal it with her touch.

"I'll clean it for you, then we'll wrap it back up." She stood and walked into his bathroom to look for first aid supplies.

"There's a kit under the sink," Lucifer called from the bedroom. She rummaged through the cabinet, choosing not to see the myriad "personal" items Lucifer also kept under the sink, until finding a white box with a red cross. She grabbed it and returned to the bedroom, this time sitting beside him on the bed as she pulled a bottle of alcohol from the box.

"This may sting a bit," she warned him as she gently swiped an alcohol-soak cotton ball over the affected area.

"Holy SHIT," he shouted, jumping back from her. "Why in my father's name would you DO that?" He stared at her like she had just shot him again.

"Oh come on, you big baby, it's not that bad."

"My leg is on fire!" he pouted.

"Okay, okay, calm down." Chloe said soothingly as she gently took hold of his thigh and leaned forward to blow a cool breath across it. He froze as her breath met his skin, then relaxed as the burning sensation faded. Chloe stopped, face inches from his flesh, and they both held their breath for a moment. And then she leaned forward and placed the softest kiss right above the torn skin, lingering for just a split second. She looked up at him. "All better?" she asked, her voice suddenly soft and low.

He stared at her in shock. His mouth opened to answer but no words came out. Then Chloe glanced down. "Oh what the HELL, Lucifer." She jumped back as if she had been burned as she saw that his underwear was now noticeably tented.

"Well it's not MY fault, you were blowing on sensitive areas!" he rebutted. Chloe stood and faced away from him.

"Just make it go away!" she said.

"I can't just 'make it go away'" he said. "I'd have to, y'know, help it along."

"You will NOT 'help it along'." She said in exasperation. "You're just going to sit there and do nothing until it goes away so I can bandage your leg."

"Fine," he snapped. Thirty seconds of silence followed, with Chloe impatiently staring at the wall.

"Is it gone?" she asked.

"No."

"How about now?"

"No, but the nagging is definitely helping."

Chloe rolled her eyes. After a while, Lucifer announced, "You can now safely turn around, Chloe. Of course, you could have turned around quite a while ago and had something more interesting to look at, but you seemed bent on denying yourself that pleasure."

She turned warily and eyed him. Nothing was… bulging anymore, so with a sigh she returned to her previous job of repairing the wound she was responsible for. She placed a square of gauze over the stitches and taped it to his skin, then carefully tugged the fabric of his boxers down over the bandage. She gently patted his thigh as she stood.

"Well, I guess that's it then," she said, looking down at him.

"I guess so," he responded. And yet Chloe lingered, arms folded in on herself, looking at him. Finally, she turned to go. Lucifer laid back down on the bed, picking up his drink and preparing to return to his thoughts. Chloe stopped in the doorway and paused before turning back around.

"Are you really okay?" She looked at him almost shyly, body facing away from him, head turned to the side.

He stared at her. She saw something flash in his eyes – something vulnerable and afraid – before he answered quietly, "I'm not really sure at the moment."