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[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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[paterelohim]

[Wow. Chuck hadn't realized just how hard Lucifer's been trying. How much effort and time he spends every day working towards this. Something twists in his chest like a sick surge of sorrow that it all had to happen this way.]

You want me to talk to him? I'll do it, man.

[thelightbringer]

If you think it will help.

[He's desperate. He won't turn down help, for once.]

[paterelohim]

Maybe, but I don't know, I really don't. I don't know the answer here.

[And for once it's completely, 100% honest. There's no way He could fix this that wouldn't hurt somebody.]

But shit, man, nobody deserves this. No one.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer honestly has no idea how to put into words what Chuck's offer stirs up in him, but there's so much unmistakable gratitude in his expression that it's almost like looking at an entirely different angel.]

What would you do? In my place?

[It's idle curiosity. A human's life is in no way comparable to his, but still...he wants to know. Chuck is a prophet so he has a deeper understanding than most humans.]

[paterelohim]

[The seemingly simple question stuns him. Completely floors him.

He's never asked Himself that before. Never let Himself think about it, for fear of the answer. On the heels of a look on Lucifer's face that reminded Him powerfully of the light-bringer from ages ago, it socks him in the gut and Chuck has to take a second to cross his arms tight (protectively) around himself, tug at His beard fitfully, before He can answer.]

I don't know. I can't even imagine what it's like. I guess- it'd be all I could do to not fall apart.

[thelightbringer]

[He looks away with a small nod.]

...Yeah, I guess that's about right.

[He's not sure how well he's doing, as far as 'holding it together' goes. But it doesn't feel like it's working.]

I need to clear my head, if I'm going to be able to talk to him again tomorrow.

[paterelohim]

Is that really a good idea?

[thelightbringer]

What? Talking to him?

[paterelohim]

Yeah. That soon.

[thelightbringer]

No...I'm sure it's the worst thing I could do, but I can't stop. Every day we end up in the kitchen with Eden, and I see how he is with her and I can't stop myself from asking him again.

[paterelohim]

Hey, look, if Sam and Bill Murray can break out of it, so can you. Make sure you end the day somewhere else. Barricade yourself in with sigils if you have to- just until the date changes.

[thelightbringer]

Maybe at the House. it's trying to take care of me already.

[paterelohim]

[...The talking house is taking care of Lucifer.

Wat.]

Are you sure? It seems like the type to freak out at the idea of blood sigils.

[thelightbringer]

That will be the tricky part, yes.

[But he has nowhere else to go; he can't stand being trapped where others can reach him. The House will at least distract him.]