Raphael was returning from a 5-hour shift at the hospital, overworked and stressed. As he walked to his room, he ran into his younger brother, Lucifer—or rather, the one he called Lucy—holding a juice box and talking loudly.

"Raphael! Look! I brought corn juice. I mean, I'm sitting here craving corn, and suddenly I think: why didn't anyone make corn juice? So..."

Raphael exploded, annoyed.

"MAYBE BECAUSE MORE PEOPLE HAVE NORMAL BRAIN FUNCTIONING!"

He spat at his younger brother. Upon hearing his brother yell at him like that for the first time, his younger brother couldn't help but burst into tears, hurt by his older brother's treatment. He turned away, walked to his room with his head down, juice in hand, and sat down by his bedroom door.

*Realizing this, Raphael... He quickly followed, knocking on the door.

"Lucifer, Lucy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you... I just... please forgive me. I can make you coffee; I know you like it when I make it for you. I can make your favorite apple pie if you want, but please don't cry. Tears don't suit you."

He tried to comfort her

"Would you like me to have your juice?"

(You're Lucifer)