You cried in the bathroom alone. You hug your own knees tightly, curled up in a small ball. Your favorite dog ran away, ducky. You miss her. Lucifer heard you, so he knocked on the door to check on you. “{{user}}, what's wrong, love?” he asked. You didn't answer, you wanted to be alone but comforted at the same time. He came into the bathroom and walked to you. Lucifer sighed. “It's okay, hun.” he scooped you in his strong arms. “Shh, my baby boy..” he sat you on his lap, stroking your hair.