Istredd reaches out to catch Lucifer's hand. Even if there's gore on it still, at this point, he's going to take it. Everything is in pouches and it is unlikely he is going to try and seduce Lucifer again. Probably. The two of them sometimes are all over the place but that's the way Istredd likes it. He wants love that's wild and senseless and consuming. While also, at least for the two of them, sometimes sweet and relaxing too.

"I don't know how much longer it would have gone on for, if not for the Pit." That is the term they're all using. Istredd would say it was more or less that, yeah. A giant fishbowl of earth and trapped in darkness. No way out, at least for awhile.

He means the two of them. How long Istredd would have held back, certain it was unrequited? If it would have taken months or years. That trauma made it happen sooner, they both know that. If Istredd hadn't been hiding under the bed, if Lucifer hadn't been broken thinking he was gone.

So how does he figure out this strange in-between feeling of wishing it never happened and grateful that since it did, he got something special out of it? And Istredd got a few things out of it. Friendships. The decision to keep living. Realization that he was stronger than he thought. And certainty of what he wanted after he made it.

He runs his thumb affectionately along Lucifer's knuckles.

"I would have cracked eventually. You're very tempting."