"R-right." Sitting. Recovering. That's why he would sit here for a while.

...Ooooogh but him saying that wasn't HELPING. The look Lucifer gave him was nothing short of helpless, sweat running down the brow.

"Oh yeah, that'd- that'd be great! Thanks."

He needed to put out of his mind how he was held. He needed to put out of his mind the feel of lips on his neck. He needed to put... fucking... everything out of his mind. How long had it been since he'd taken care of himself? Not that it'd ever feel good anymore- thanks, depression-

"So what's that... mean, anyway? It's been a hot minute since I studied the myriad languages...!"