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Alastor’s boundaries have been firm since his death. He tolerates what he must, avoids what he can, and maims whatever otherwise invades his lines.
But now Charlie can squeeze his hand, Vaggi can slap his back, Angel can flirt at him, and Niffty... well, bad example. But he’s part of their camaraderie now. He likes it.
It’s only when Lucifer smacks a kiss to his cheek and everyone laughs with them, not at him, that he truly realizes how much he’s changed.
“You okay?” Lucifer asks.
“Never better.”
It’s amazing how far boundaries can broaden when no one crosses them.