[Lucifer struggles to picture himself having a friend these days, too, but here they are.
It's uncomfortable all around!
But he'd rather Wanda not take the hit for this.] I asked her not to. [He snaps. And it's... relatively true. He implied it, certainly. Common sense and all that.
And now that he has actually acknowledged Michael, that makes this whole thing much more difficult. Enough that he's started to pace about more or less in a fixed circle. He thinks maybe it's only been once that he hasn't been around Wanda as a vessel holding unruly nerves.
And that one time, she was the one that was... off.
It takes a bit for him to talk with Michael being here, but it still comes out. The same answer, to start, that he gave Mildred.] Me. I happened. [He points at Michael without even facing his brother.] Don't. [Don't what? Don't be sarcastic, don't say isn't it obvious. Just don't, bro.] The kid. Wilhelm. I-- [He breaks off to laugh.] He talked about you. Seemed to get along with you. I need you... to keep an eye on him. Check in. I-I can't. He's not-- ['going to want to talk to me.'
Dammit.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, pressing knuckles in towards closed eyelids. 'It's not my fault' his thoughts argue.] The Heralds messed us up pretty bad, Wanda. I didn't-- ['It's not my fault.']--let's just say I had some plans for the kid that he didn't appreciate finding out about. [He drops his hand. Still adamantly avoids looking at his brother, not that he really keeps his gaze on Wanda.] And he's certain I only cared about him enough to manipulate him. [His tone is... wrong. Weird. He knows his last statement isn't accurate but he still doesn't know what to do with the truth, and what does it matter anymore, anyway?]
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It's uncomfortable all around!
But he'd rather Wanda not take the hit for this.] I asked her not to. [He snaps. And it's... relatively true. He implied it, certainly. Common sense and all that.
And now that he has actually acknowledged Michael, that makes this whole thing much more difficult. Enough that he's started to pace about more or less in a fixed circle. He thinks maybe it's only been once that he hasn't been around Wanda as a vessel holding unruly nerves.
And that one time, she was the one that was... off.
It takes a bit for him to talk with Michael being here, but it still comes out. The same answer, to start, that he gave Mildred.] Me. I happened. [He points at Michael without even facing his brother.] Don't. [Don't what? Don't be sarcastic, don't say isn't it obvious. Just don't, bro.] The kid. Wilhelm. I-- [He breaks off to laugh.] He talked about you. Seemed to get along with you. I need you... to keep an eye on him. Check in. I-I can't. He's not-- ['going to want to talk to me.'
Dammit.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, pressing knuckles in towards closed eyelids. 'It's not my fault' his thoughts argue.] The Heralds messed us up pretty bad, Wanda. I didn't-- ['It's not my fault.']--let's just say I had some plans for the kid that he didn't appreciate finding out about. [He drops his hand. Still adamantly avoids looking at his brother, not that he really keeps his gaze on Wanda.] And he's certain I only cared about him enough to manipulate him. [His tone is... wrong. Weird. He knows his last statement isn't accurate but he still doesn't know what to do with the truth, and what does it matter anymore, anyway?]