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I miss him, too.

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I'm still around, Sam.

[because you can only mean Lucifer, right? What a sweet thing you are.]

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-- Lucifer.

[ -- Of all the times.

A moment before the reflexive shock of nerves settles into wary, verging on exasperated were this not as dangerous as it is an unwarranted intrusion on something p r i v a t e. ]

Going for the throw-back, huh. [ The levity is distinctly hollow -- not that he can stamp down the familiar flight response beneath the bravado. Swallows any lingering vulnerability, by now on his feet, grateful for the table between them whether or not that actually makes a difference. He knows it doesn't. ] Don't suppose you'd take a rain-check.

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[There's nothing private here. Nothing in Sam's adorable moose head that Lucifer feels he shouldn't have unlimited access to. They're buddies, pals, bffs, joined at the hip if not at the... everything.

He pouts.] I've missed you too, you know. There's just something so... perfect about the way we click.

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[ That's not how it works. The knife at his heel, his side pocket, the gun not even one room away he can reach... Sam knows it's pointless to provoke conflict now. ]

I wasn't talking about you. And you knew that.