The laughter is one thing. That's annoying in a way that makes his face feel hot. Tightening his grip on Kahlil, though - that sends a spike of lizard brain fear through him as his eyes widen, and it takes all of him to not just disappear right there and then on the dance floor - possibly severing Lucifer's arms off at the elbows along with him as he goes as a consequence.
"Maybe you're right," he manages to mutter quietly, his knuckles gone white as his own hands dig into Lucifer's shoulder. He finally realizes and lets his grip slacken, but his jaw remains clenched and his heartbeat elevated. He's barely registered what Lucifer said.
He doesn't blame him for the attempt on his life, but he can't forget easily.
"Nevermind what I said. It's only the wine talking - I should get some water."
They are the only ones not moving on the dance floor now.
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"Maybe you're right," he manages to mutter quietly, his knuckles gone white as his own hands dig into Lucifer's shoulder. He finally realizes and lets his grip slacken, but his jaw remains clenched and his heartbeat elevated. He's barely registered what Lucifer said.
He doesn't blame him for the attempt on his life, but he can't forget easily.
"Nevermind what I said. It's only the wine talking - I should get some water."
They are the only ones not moving on the dance floor now.