"No," Lucifer allowed. "But it's the first time it's been for this reason, hasn't it?"

"And that disconnect seems... like it would feel strange," Lucifer said slowly. "Speaking as someone who has always wholeheartedly tried to connect with his body as much as possible."

"I'm sorry," Lucifer said again.

Softer, this time.

He was quiet for a moment.

Reached for her hand again.

"Would you like to head back outside, onto the deck?" Lucifer asked gently. "We'll have some ice cream and watch the sun set."

Lucifer took it, and squeezed it again.

He rose up from his seat. "All right."

It brought the smile back onto Lucifer's face, though he ducked his head to hide it.

And tugged her upwards, onto the deck.

"Please sit," Lucifer said, half-turning to look at her.

Taking her other hand as he did. "I'll go get the ice cream."

"I love you very much," Lucifer said softly.

Only then did he drop her hands, and slip past her back into the cabin.

It was beginning to get darker, and the fairy lights were becoming more pronounced-- just the way Lucifer had wanted it.

He just hoped they could clear the air enough to enjoy it.

But for now, he took the two ornate bowls - all pretty colors, like a blurred rainbow - and filled each with three scoops: mango, cherry, lemon sorbet. (They tasted good. He'd made them, after all. Nothing store-bought for his people.)

And so he returned to the deck not long after. "Here we are," he said, holding one bowl out for her.

"I just... wanted to make sure everything coordinated," Lucifer said, sliding into a seat.

"I just wanted it to be nice," Lucifer said.

Her tone made him sound subdued in turn.

"Ah, you've got your lemon sorbet, you've got your mango, and black cherry," Lucifer said, reaching out to point out each scoop completely unnecessarily. "All made from fresh fruit."