[ It's pathetically comforting to hear Lucifer's voice say that. He brings to a hand to touch his lips and hide the frown despite how overwhelmed he actually is—it's been so long since he has felt this kind of happiness. Sparks of it come when he's with the crew, but this is familiar.

Nostalgic. ]

... If only you could actually see me now. [ The ends of his lips quirk up as he imagines it. ] I wonder if you would be proud of me.

[ All these words spilling out are mere disguises of what he wants to say. He misses him. Silence still as he kind of waits— ]

Are you going to disappear any time soon?

[ He's getting a little embarrassed. ]