Insects, that’s what humans were to Lucifer. It bothered Nick to an extent, but he never expected anything less from the Devil. After all, the fallen angel had been cast out of Heaven due to his hatred for humanity and Nick knew without a doubt that would never change. Sure, he was one of those insects, but Nick had grown used to such derogatory names. So, when Lucifer claimed that he was pleased Nick was alive, the former vessel was thoroughly surprised. He never thought Satan would have been pleased, and this pleased Nick in turn.
Keeping a watchful eye on the elder blonde, Nick listened to him. “I’ve been … working,” he replied slowly. “It’s important to me. I don’t know what else I should be doing. It’s pretty standard for insects … ” Not a very impressing answer, but it was an honest one. He’d spent a while in the hospital and it took a couple months for him to get back on his feet. He was just trying to get better.
“I—” He faltered mid-sentence as Lucifer leaned forward, caught off guard. A shiver ran the length of his spine at their proximity and Nick felt his breath hitch and heart quicken in response. He hadn’t planned on reacting in such a manner, but he couldn’t control how his body decided to answer to that nearness, and he was slightly disappointed when Lucifer pulled away. Silently chastising himself, Nick tried to ignore the heat rising in his face—he shouldn’t have been bothered by it in the first place.
Clearing his throat, he found his voice. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t even know where you were,” Nick said, expression plaintive. “Are you all right, though?” He recalled hearing about the cage while he served as Lucifer’s vessel and he imagined it wasn’t somewhere you’d want to spend your time. At least the fallen angel managed to escape, but Nick was a bit worried; would the cage have any repercussions on Lucifer’s health? He didn’t know, though another thing he shouldn’t be is concerned for Satan.
Lucifer smiled slightly as he turned towards Nick. “I’ll survive,” he said, thinking back to the Cage. It had been only a bit worse than the first time—surely a simple effect of having originally escaped—but it had been shorter. Much, much shorter. He hadn’t had to deal with the prison and its torment for any great length of time. And if there was one thing the fallen archangel had been grateful for, it was that fact. “I did it before, after all,” he finished.
He watched the human closely, trying to figure him out. To Lucifer, it seemed like Nick hadn’t changed much ever since he’d left him. Still the same ordinary, somewhat broken human he’d been when Lucifer had first encountered him—someone who held just enough of a feeling of worthless and doubt within himself to be able to easily succumb to Lucifer’s words. And yet, at the same time—someone who was still… special. In his own way.
"So you recovered—on your own, it appears," said Lucifer, his eyes roaming over Nick’s body. "And have been doing… average things. Returning to your previous life, are you, Nick?" A part of the angel hoped it was true, had almost, in a way, desired a bit of—peace—for his former vessel. And he’d thought in death, that peace would be granted… in a manner of speaking, of course. To have returned and seen Nick alive…
"You’ve suffered, Nick," said Lucifer, fully aware he was stating the obvious. His attention had turned away from looking at the human directly, and back outwards, towards the numerous humans in the park. "That wasn’t… quite my intention.”