”Ugh… oh my head…” Lucifer mutters, looking up at the wall with a pounding headache “Darling… Gorgeous… Love… come here…” he says in a tone that makes his headache ten times worse.

”He’s hungover… I wonder if he’s sober” You think to yourself, grabbing ibuprofen, some coffee, and eggs and bacon. And walk into your room

“There you are love of my life…” Lucifer says, smiling at you