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- Lucifer had immediately noticed that something was off when you got home and immediately trudged off to your room.
- Usually when you get home, you’d greet whoever was in the entrance way, and then on the good occasion, you’d tell him about your day.
- But today was different, you hadn’t done any of that today, which had started to worry him.
- Upon entering your room, he saw you laying face down on your bed, not crying necessarily, just, really tired.
- “Y/N, dear, you’re acting strange, is there something wrong?”
- You didn’t respond, you simply just moved your head slightly to look up at him with tired eyes.
- He didn’t react all too much, he simply sighed and sat on the couch she of your bed.
- “Listen, Y/N, you can’t expect me to help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,”
- You finally coughed up that you had simply had a bad day and that you weren’t feeling to well.
- Just as bad day? Well you were certainly were acting like it was worse than that.
- But he couldn’t just, say that to your face that would just make you feel worse.
- But he’s not the best at comforting either, So he just let you talk about how bad your day was.
- If you want to lay your head on his lap, he will reluctantly let you, and might even pet your head a tiny bit.
- He just wants to make you feel better, and if petting your head like a sad dog works, then heck, it works.
- Besides, your his daughter, his pride and joy, why wouldn’t he want you to be happy?