When Husk opened the door, he hadn’t expected Lucifer on the other side of it.

He looked as tired as Husk felt.

 

“Can I help you with something?”

Lucifer’s eyes wandered, looking anywhere but at Husk. “I was hoping you might want some company?”

His words hung in the air for a long moment, before Husk opened his door wider. “You can come in.”

Lucifer stepped inside, looking around. “Your room is nice.”

“Thanks.”

Husk dropped down to sit on the bed, watching Lucifer as he wandered around the room. He’d let him come inside, but now what?

As he watched Lucifer squint at a few books he had stacked haphazardly on a shelf, trying to read their titles in the dim light, he sighed.

“Get over here already.”

 

Lucifer’s face grew golden, Husk briefly wondering if he could use his own face as a light source if he blushed hard enough. Lucifer took the few steps it took to get over to the bed, gingerly sitting down next to Husk.

Husk dropped down onto his back, staring up into the ceiling. He could feel the dip in the mattress as Lucifer lied down next to him.

As he turned his head he met Lucifer’s eyes.

The smile on his face was dyed in sadness. “I’m sorry about your friend.”

“I’m sorry about your…” Husk trailed off. As far as he could understand, by the time he had crawled out of his hole, he had undergone torture, from how Vox had abused his powers. But saying the word felt so definite.

 

He was brought out of his thoughts by a quiet laugh. “It’s alright, I’ve forgotten most of it by now. I’m right as rain.”

They both knew that was a lie. Otherwise, Lucifer wouldn’t be here.

Lucifer needed comfort as much as Husk did, and since they didn’t really know each other, it felt less daunting to come to him rather than Charlie.

 

He rolled over on his side, taking a hold of Lucifer to pull him close, pressing Lucifer’s face against his chest, one hand on his back, the other in his hair. For a moment he felt Lucifer grow tense in his arms, until Husk loosened his grip, making an escape easy should he want it.

Clearly his body could remember what his mind might not.

 

Then, he felt Lucifer’s fingers in his fur, hands clinging to his back as he hid his face in Husk’s chest. Husk buried his nose in Lucifer’s hair.

 

They were just two lonely old men, missing the ones they loved. Because Husk couldn’t deny it anymore; he loved Angel.

Ever since Angel left, Husk had been trying to find a way to get him to come back, but he was struggling to find it. Tomorrow, he would no doubt try again.

 

For tonight, he would find at least a little bit of comfort in someone who knew that loneliness, just as well as he did.

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