“You don't.. need to lie when the truth is obvious.” < Sam said with a sigh, standing up and walking to the kitchenette. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before returning handing it to Lucifer. > < Sam had been .. docile, since Lucifer arrived. He didn't say much,

< Sam sidestepped, his sharp gaze locking on to whatever was behind him. >

< Sam stared at a random point in the room for a moment, before his gaze shifted back to Lucifer. > “No... I get it. She was your friend, too. You made the right call.” < Something eerily similar to guilt slipped into his tone, before it faded into emptiness again. > “It..

< His gaze hardened. Confusion and something else crossing his features. > “.. Why are you doing this.ᐣ” < He questioned, untrusting. Not believing the niceties for a second. >

< The hunter tried to understand, he really did. The shifts. The Changes. > “... I know.” < For a moment he was silent. His gaze distant, lost in thought. Processing what he could. He .. shifted closer to Lucifer, and reluctantly admitted something. > “I don't .. know how to

“Excuse me if I struggle to believe that, Phanuel. Every encounter I've had has been negative.” < Sam swallowed hard, keeping his distance. Remaining defensive. But trying to understand. > “Why would you want to make amends.ᐣ”

“... You understand that until I see proof of real change, that I won't be able to believe this.ᐣ” < It was a fair statement. He had no real reason to trust Phanuel, not at the moment. * < He took a step forward. > “You understand that I will not hesitate to defend myself or

< Thinking about it. .. Maybe it could help Lucifer. > “... I'll keep it.” < Averting his gaze. Thinking. > “If you want to gain trust. Keep me in the loop.”

“You interact with the kid, I want to know. You think something is a threat to us, you tell me.”

< The hunter sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. > “Fine. Unless it's defending my people, I won't touch yours. Fair enough.ᐣ”

“Alright... make sure you keep your end of the deal.” < He sits down on the edge of the single bed. > “I'm not one to give second chances.”

< Sam turned his gaze to the egg, lifting it and setting it on the bed - a safer place for it to be. > < Then, he took out his phone and sent a text to 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 : > ✉️ : Hey. If you're not busy, can you come over again.ᐣ I have something to show you.

✉️ :Sure, but I suggest you come soon. I had a visitor. < Sam crouched down beside the bed, reaching a similar level and looking back at the serpent. > “Hi,” < he murmured. >

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Sam.Win I'm getting fucking wonky vision i need to sleep