Alastor released a hand from their dancing hold so that he could cradle that head against his chest. His heart was pounding, fluttering as always... it always hurt how hard Lucifer made his heart pound. It was a good pain.

"Mm, that is the way it feels, isn't it?" Alastor agreed quietly. Like a tablecloth about to be swiped away. Rug pulled from beneath their feet. That's exactly how he felt, too, though he was sure he had more reason to expect it. More to fear, more tangible, and he simply couldn't cut the ties or explain the truth.

"I suppose we best be ready to scramble back to our feet if something does. You can't fall away from me so easily~"