(it was complicated. and he had let her go before he had left because....because she couldn't love him the way he wanted, the way he deserved. and that is something she has to live with. but she's well familiar with grief, with parts of her heart dying with people. it's only recently that she's even been able to begin to talk about dolls and what his death did to her.)

I wouldn't trust Lucifer any further than I could throw him. (she takes the bottle, taking a long swig. the burn of alcohol against her throat is familiar and comforting.)

His death, you mean? I didn't see it, but he told me about it.