“I guess it’s late.” Gust said, avoiding Lucifer’s eyes. Already, he’d felt that Heron and Lucifer would never get along. This whole thing with Seraph or Asch, or whatever her name was seemed overwhelming. Heron had been fuming for the last few hours, even after making Vera submit three times while sparring. Gust tried his best to support him, but there were a few topics Heron would never capitulate:  his sister appeared to be one. 

“Ferek’s probably worried.” Gust said, trying to fill the empty air. 

“He’ll probably destroy half the city looking for me. I should go.” Lucifer said, nonchalantly. 

Gust couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “It’s been nice meeting you.”

Lucifer stood up from the table and giggled. “We met yesterday already,”

Gust blushed, remembered Lucifer can feel him blushing, and tried to flush his warmed cheeks. Lucifer laughed openly, and the tension in the room faded away. Gust walked with Lucifer to the door and opened it for him.

Lucifer froze. “Oh.” It was dark. “How long was I out?”

“Awhile,” Gust answered. 

“Can I sleep over here? I’ll make my way home tomorrow.”

Gust considered for a moment what Ferek would do to him if he didn’t bring Lucifer home safe and sound. As little confidence as Gust had, he decided right then that he likes his face enough to prefer it being attached to the rest of his body. “Sure. There are a lot of spare rooms here. Quinn could house a small army.”

“Oh yeah, then please.” The relief on Lucifer’s face was clear: he’s scared of the dark. Gust guided him upstairs to a different room than before. It was just across the hall from where Gust slept and had a window.  Lucifer listened more than talked and his face had the same look as when he faced the dark of night. 

“If you need anything, I’ll be across from you, Ok? Just knock.” Gust said, smiling through his nerves.”

“Ok.”

That was all. Something was definitely wrong here. Gust just couldn’t pin-point what. He’d pointed out where the bathrooms were, where to go if he needed a snack and water, and where extra pillows and blankets were, though he doubted Lucifer needed any extra blankets. He gave up, wished Lucifer a goodnight and prepared himself for bed. Two knocks sounded at the door seconds after Gust found his comfy spot. He groaned silently and opened the door.

“Hey there.” Lucifer said. He was borrowing spare, too-big-for-him-loose, vanilla colored pants and shirt pairing. He barely kept the top from falling off his shoulders, and the pants were tied tight, but over falling under his shin. It was adorable, though Gust’s tiredness kept him from appreciating the sight. 

“Hey,” he replied, unsure of the situation. 

“I haven’t slept alone since I met Ferek and Seraph.” 

“Oh.”

“Can I sleep with you?” Lucifer eyed the floor, showing embarrassment for the first time Gust’s seen. 

He couldn’t keep eye contact either. “The bed’s a bit small for two,” he excused, then immediately regretted it.

“That’s ok. You saw how Ferek and I slept. That’s pretty much how it goes.”

“Oh.” Gust considered. “Ok, c’mon. 

Gust scuttled to the bed, but Lucifer practically jumped in and sprawled. “Soooo, where am I supposed to sleep?” Lucifer thumped his chest and placed his arms behind his head. Gust sighed, his body stiffening, but he stepped forward and sat on the bed. “You sure?” He didn’t reply, but Gust swore he could see his eyes close. So Gust lay down, first right next to Lucifer, but that was uncomfortable, so he rested his head on Lucifer’s chest. 

He was right, oh praise the sky, he was right. Lucifer’s body was like a firm pillow: just soft enough but not enough to sink into. And he was just the right heat: like a hug that never felt too hot or uncomfortable. Gust forgot himself, and wrapped his arm across Lucifer’s stomach. Lucifer’s breathing was already steady and...no way, he passed out already. Gust wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or not. Then again, he was already comfortable, and the rhythmic rise and fall of Lucifer’s chest felt hypnotic. 

Like that, the boys fell asleep together.