[There are some things that John won't ever forget. Lucifer's face in that moment, chin quivering, expression broken and disconnected is one of those things. It burns into his memory, like he's seen something forbidden. It's something nearly nightmarish to John. Someone like Lucifer shouldn't ever feel like that. It goes against everything he is, everything he presents himself as. And as John works to get Lucifer out, he gives Maze one hell of an appreciative look. John can't deal with mummy dearest, especially not while trying to help Lucifer. And he doesn't want a single interruption right now. Not when Luci's in this state.
When Lucifer draws back, John moves with him. He's there, a present force that stays with Lucifer, ready to support him more if needed. Hell, he'd carry him if he thought it was necessary, but Lucifer makes it to the bathroom well enough. Of course he would. John has had to be carried more often than not. But Lucifer is Lucifer.]
I've got you. [There's no point in saying that it'll be alright, it won't. And while John will lie happily when it suits him to many, he doesn't lie to Lucifer. There's no point. And who wants false comfort now? It wouldn't do any good. John can't imagine that much will though.]
Here, let me help you. [John moves with as much gentleness as he can manage, working off Lucifer's jacket first, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw while he works. It's entirely chaste, it's meant for comfort and reassurance. And then he moves to his shirt.] The bath'll feel good.
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When Lucifer draws back, John moves with him. He's there, a present force that stays with Lucifer, ready to support him more if needed. Hell, he'd carry him if he thought it was necessary, but Lucifer makes it to the bathroom well enough. Of course he would. John has had to be carried more often than not. But Lucifer is Lucifer.]
I've got you. [There's no point in saying that it'll be alright, it won't. And while John will lie happily when it suits him to many, he doesn't lie to Lucifer. There's no point. And who wants false comfort now? It wouldn't do any good. John can't imagine that much will though.]
Here, let me help you. [John moves with as much gentleness as he can manage, working off Lucifer's jacket first, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw while he works. It's entirely chaste, it's meant for comfort and reassurance. And then he moves to his shirt.] The bath'll feel good.