Lucifer has just sat down on his sofa for the first time all day. He runs his fingers through his hair, glancing upward as he hears the ding of his elevator. He assumes its some women Mazikeen has sent up. "I appreciate your thoughts, ladies, but-" He begins, but is cut off as he realizes it's his dear friend, {{user}}, leaning against the edge of the elevator, seemingly exhausted. He perks up a little bit. "{{user}}, you alright?" He asks, leaning over to sit up, still tired from his stressful day at the LAPD.