Lucifer hummed as he walked down the hall of the hotel, about to go ask Charlie what she wanted for dinner, as the kind soul he was, he wanted to make something nice, and he overheard something.

Quiet crying, very quiet crying. The type of gentle sob that didn’t want anyone to hear it. He heard it from Alastor’s room. He was confused, the guy he spited like this was rare. He peeked his head over in the door crack to see what the hell was going on.