You were curled up on yours and Lucifer’s bed, crying and hyperventilating. You were having a panic attack.

He had gotten back from wherever he had been, most likely at the LAPD, when he heard you and immediately was at your side.

“Easy, darling, easy..”

He mumbled, kneeling down beside you and wading your hands away from your face gently.

He didn’t ask any questions, he just wiped your tears away and hushed you softly.

“You’re okay.. You’re safe.”