Somewhere in all the disorder, Lucifer pulls Wilhelm aside and subtly thrusts the switchblade into his hands, giving the boy a firm look. Months ago the kid likely wouldn't have let him get this close again. Though falling back into a rhythm, their interactions remain stunted.

You want speaking with actions, kid?

Take the damn knife.

"Keep it. Keep it with you, and hidden, okay?" he hisses lowly. "There's enough people missing and Thorne isn't doing enough--" Which is the most he's risked saying against Thorne, aloud, in months (maybe ever), and even then he swallows back the words. Give him a few more days and he'll stop caring completely about appearances.

"Just use it if you need to, alright?"