If I may play the me's advocate for a moment...

Reno had held precious little in answers or sentiment. Lucifer honestly wasn't sure what he'd been looking for, except to free himself from the last dregs of whatever the weekend had kicked up. And while he felt more settled after all that processing (he'd processed all of 5 percent of it and then shoved it back into the box and was now on his way to drop it back into the lava pits), he was still missing... something.

He'd promised the Detective he would stay out of her hair. So he was just here for a night. A bit of brooding sight-seeing from the hills, followed by a bit of sight-seeing here, arms draped over the railing as he looked out over the partying crowds of Lux.

"Lucy!" Ebullient as always, that Amenadiel. "I didn't think you'd come back here so quickly."

"I know, it has been a month," he said, rolling his eyes. "Don't any of you worry, I'll be out of your hair again shortly."

"A month?" Amenadiel echoed, frowning. "You just left."

Lucifer blinked a few times. "...Well, I suppose that explains the weather," he said finally, and took a sip of his drink. "Bit of a weird Fandom time thing, never you mind." He tapped his fingers against the glass and restrained himself from asking how the Detective was doing. Hardly any point, was there?

"So what brings you back here?"

"A trip down memory lane," Lucifer said, looking at the crowd. "An utterly useless one, so far. Don't know why I bothered when I could be home right now, going out for drinks with my two friends who hopefully haven't set fire to one another for once."

His brother heaved a sigh. "What kind of memory lane are we talking about?" he said.

For a moment, Lucifer thought about bringing it up. That time. The pre-Lucifer times, in general.

But no. Box, meet magma flow. "Mhm," he said. He should be heading back. This was pointless.

[[ establishy ]]

Darkness reigned outside. Inside, the light from Lucifer's private bar cast a yellow pallor across the apartment, glinting off the piano at the center of the room. Normally, Lucifer would have considered it an invitation, a way to dispel the gloom that settled on his shoulders like a shroud.

( Not tonight... )

[[ nfb, nfi, taken from Lucifer episode 4x03 'O, Ye of Little Faith, Father'. ]]