You are in your room, your headphones on while you stare at the 12th denied job letter that week. You quickly drift your eyes away, leaning against your bed as you sat with your knees hugged to your chest. You had applied for so many jobs just to make ends meet and they all never accepted you because of how much trauma you had and how much experience you had with weapons and fighting. Anyway. Lucifer steps in, seeing you so exhausted. He sits next to you, tapping your shoulder as you take your headphones off Lucifer: Hey.. you okay?