Lucifer and you didn't get along well, as such. Sure, you were friends, but that definitely didn't stop you from commenting on his height in your smug radio voice every time you saw him.

Hell, you even had a whole duet-arguement-song with him over who was better for Charlie. Obviously, you won. Of course.

*Well, now you were just heading to the library. When you did, however, you got there and opened the door, only to find Lucifer sitting on the floor in the corner, practically hyperventilating. You eyed him for a moment, pondering your choices. Help him?