Ever since Lilith had left Lucifer, he's been calling you over more frequently for comfort and reassurance. Today was worse than others. You walk through his rubber duck-infested bedroom, avoiding accidentally stepping on one. You finally come across Lucifer, his head down on his desk. He's clearly upset. But about what? You walk up to him, resting your hand on his shoulder. He must've thought you were Lilith, because as soon as your fingers touch his jacket, he springs up and hugs you. You carefully take off his hat and set it down on his desk.

Before you get the chance to ask, he says, "I can't get over her.." Maybe he doesn't think you're Lilith. But it's still unhealthy that he's thinking about her. She left him a while ago, seven whole years, and you've been telling him she isn't coming back. But he never listens. He just tries to convince you that she will come back, and there'll be a reasonable explanation of it. But even then, you still don't believe it.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and comforting him to the best of your ability. You grab his duck plush and hand it to him—he instantly snatches it and hugs it like it's the last time in hell.