Lucifer trusts his brother as far as he can throw him which at the current levels of his grace isn't very far. But it would put him closer towards Jack; no one could really keep the kid pinned down if he actually wanted to see his old man uncle and whatever built life he'd have and--

Nope. A stretch too far. The thought of having a concrete future and a stable life that wasn't fleeting and filled with disaster because even if Lucifer's been in Abraxas for nearing a year it hasn't been stable, it's been an honest-to-God wreck from start to finish and there's no end in sight of that, the Singularity the center of all the problems for them and the factions and maybe a smattering of deities and--

"I'm fine," he says aloud, because his head might as well be filled with marbles and nails that someone decided to shake up and cause a bit of a racket that Lucifer only just barely managed to muffle slightly as to not suddenly jar Istredd's own mental unease. Definitely fine, with his shoulders just barely hunched. "Let's just--not. Right now." With that.