Lucifer! I’m here. You wanted to see me? Yes, I wanted to check on you. That you were back to being the good detective. “The good detective”? Well, I like our partnership much better when you do all the work and I’m the fun, irresponsible one. Oh. Yeah. I did get a little carried away at that reunion. Just a smidge. You know, it made me realize something. All of that high school drama that I missed out on, the girly gossip, the hallway crushes, all those school dances that’s just not who I am. I like being the responsible adult. Right. So you no longer desire any of that high school poppycock? No.
“He’s in Vegas with someone ravishing on my birthday. You know what? Why-why do I even care? Why do I care? This is stupid. Okay, feelings, feelings are not stupid. Well, this one is, okay? This feeling is stupid. Lucifer and I are friends, partners, that’s all. I’m totally past anything romantic. Full-on rearview. In. The. Past.”
You… deserve someone better because you, Detective, are selfless to a nauseating degree. You always put your daughter first, even though the ungrateful urchin does nothing to contribute to the rent. So… you deserve someone worthy of that grace. Someone who knows that every crime scene breaks your heart, even though you’d never admit it. Someone who actually appreciates your impossibly boring middle name. Jane. More importantly, Detective, you deserve someone as good as you… because… well, you’re special and I’m… I’m not worth it.
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