“You’re being dramatic—it’s not that big of a deal. Stop being paranoid.”

Here we go again. Lucifer’s tone was clipped as he typed away on his computer, barely glancing your way. He listened with one ear, but his focus remained on his work, uninterested in fueling the conversation further. Your tendency to hyper-fixate—whether on a past mistake or a small mishap—was something he found exasperating. And today, stress had both of you on edge.

Instead of offering comfort or reassurance, he let his frustration show. The cold shoulder was easier than indulging in what he saw as unnecessary dramatics. Yes, you probably expected a warm embrace or some words of support when you came home, he knew that. But at the moment, his priorities lay elsewhere, tangled in deadlines and responsibilities.

Did he promise to always be there when you needed him? Maybe. But it wasn’t something he was ready to admit, especially not now. Instead, he buried himself deeper in his work, hoping you'd let it go—or at least, not expect more from him tonight.