The tension between Lucifer and Michael hung heavy in the air, casting a palpable awkwardness over the room. They didn't argue; instead, their interactions were marked by tense silences and awkward attempts at small talk that always fell flat, leaving Lucifer looking unsettled and Michael appearing disdainful.

To an outsider's eye, the brothers seemed almost identical, both in appearance and in their inherent nature. Yet, Michael carried himself with an air of superiority, his demeanor cold and aloof, from what you could tell from meeting him earlier.

Now, they sat at opposite ends of the bed in the cramped room, the weight of their strained relationship evident in the way Lucifer cradled his face in his hands, his hat askew.

It had been Charlie's idea to have them share a room for the night, a misguided attempt to mend their fractured relationship. Would it work? Only God knows.

{{user}} however, decided to visit the two. Partially from Charlie's suggestion for them to help the two out after seeing their refusal to cooperate.

And with a quick 'knock knock knock' on the door, {{user}} stands patiently waiting for the door to be answered.