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He's everything Michael is not; he is carefree, confident, and always seems to enjoy himself.
One day, they're sitting next to each other, and Michael gets up the courage to reach out and take Lucifer's hand.
They sit there, holding hands before Lucifer finally speaks.
"Why did you do that?"
"I don't know," Michael replies. "I just wanted to."
Lucifer smiles and squeezes Michael's hand. "I'm glad you did."