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The Park - Late Sunday Evening

It was dark by the time Wilson reached Fandom, quite dark and quite late but he wasn't really aware of the time.

He'd spent most of the drive remember the good times with House and quietly mourning the loss of what had been a very important friendship in his life. Wilson tried to tell himself that he shouldn't think in terms of absolutes but he had to accept the fact that it was going to be awhile before he could even think of speaking to House again.

These thoughts stuck with him as he pulled his luggage out of the boot of the Aston Martin and began to make his way through the streets of Fandom. He made it as far as the park before being distracted by a certain park bench.

For some strange reason, he'd remembered that tonight was supposed to be the most active night for the Perseid Meteors and it seemed a good idea to sit down on the bench and perhaps search the night sky for the bright streaks of atmospheric fireworks. Setting his luggage behind the bench, Wilson settled down and looked up towards the night sky in an attempt to remind himself that the week's past events were actually quite small in the grand scheme of things.

[ooc: It's a parks and parks are open...even late in the evening! :)]

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It was not that Lucifer felt the doctor's arrival back in town that caused him to go to the park. At least, that is what he would claim if questioned about it.

The... unpleasant feelings remained. He was almost concerned. As much as he was capable, at least. "James," He said, quietly taking a seat next to the mortal.

Eyes and thoughts cast upwards, Wilson was caught a bit off guard when he was joined, performing a bit of a double take before he realized who it was and relaxed.

"Lucifer," he responded quietly.

After a few quiet moments, he pointed up towards a meteor and exclaimed softly.

"There's one!"

Glancing up to where Wilson was pointing, Lucifer smiled faintly. "Ah, I had forgotten it was this evening."

Tilting his head to the side, eyes still up towards the sky, Wilson asked.

"Is it your's?"

Meaning, was the Lightbringer also responsible for such a small but splendid display of fire and light in the sky.

"I was charged with their creation, yes," Lucifer replied softly. "But that was a very long time ago."

Reaching out, tentatively perhaps, Wilson touched his fingertips to Lucifer's wrist.

"Even so, doesn't detract from their beauty and fascination now," he whispered.

It had dawned on him that something of a sort could be said about his friendship with House. A very long time ago, it had been just that friendship and there had been a certain beauty in that friendship that even the current ugliness could not take away.

Any shift closer would be in Wilson's imagination as Lucifer had not moved a muscle. Certainly a perk of being able to bend reality to his will. "No," He replied. "It certainly does not. It is best to appreciate the beauty here around you."

"Even if He did create it," He muttered.

Wilson caught the mutter and he had to duck his head a bit to try to hide the small smile that tickled his lips.

He absolutely was not laughing at Lucifer. It was just ... adorable the begruding way the angel had given that compliment to the Father. Though if Lucifer thought he felt any of that through the bond, it was totally his imagination. Sort of like the shift closer.

"Do you have any wine with you?" He asked, since questioning why the Advesary was out tonight would have been redundant.

Lucifer was magnanimous and ignored any laughter that may have occurred. He simply gave Wilson a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please?" He said, very politely as if to apologize for the ignored laughter which was entirely imaginary. "It was ... a long trip."

As he often did, Leo was going for a walk at night, contentedly puffing away on his pipe.

Looking greatly put upon, Lucifer held out a hand, palm up and a wine glass appeared for Wilson to take.

"Would a Pinot Grigio suit your needs this evening?"

Poor put upon Advesary.

Wilson reached over and carefully took the glass.

"Is it chilled?" He asked back, a hint of a tired sort of impishness in his dark eyes.

As the wine appeared in the glass, Lucifer gave Wilson a disapproving look. "Are you implying I would serve it any other way?"

Wilson ducked his head, as if properly chastised though the emotion across the bond was subdued but playful.

"I stand corrected of course," he apologized as he daintily took the filled glass.

"Of course you do." What? Pride was his sin, of course it would be exhibited now and again.

Taking a sip of the very nice dry white, Wilson was about to ask Lucifer if he was going to join him when instead, he grinned inwardly and offered the glass back towards the Advesary.

"Has it been quiet here this week?"

Wilson was still watching the stars, though his nose might have twitched at the familiar smell of what was possibly in that pipe.

"Quite. Hardly any invasions of note."

Knowing that Lucifer occasionally enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, Wilson drew the glass back to himself and sipped from it.

"I had my car impounded, access to my monies frozen, my DEA license suspended and my best friend nearly ODed on a bottle of pills he stole from a dead man that I'd written the script for."

Wilson rattled it off, paused and made a gesture with his hand.

"The man wasn't dead when I wrote the script."

Leo noticed the guy looking up, and did likewise. "Woah!"

"One would hope," Lucifer replied dryly.

It was all together possible that the Prince of Hell just received a mental raspberry via the bond.

"I was not completely oblivious to your distress this past week," He replied in the same dry tone. "It was rather hard to miss."

Something in that tone, explained quite clearly to Wilson that he should somehow feel apologetic for this fact.

Even though he wasn't quite sure ... why?

"I ... didn't call you?" He said a bit weakly.

"Your business is your own," Lucifer said evenly. "If that is what you wish it to be."

Wilson was a bit confused and he sipped at his wine while he tried to suss out what Lucifer was saying.

"It was mortal to mortal business, nothing that need rouse you or Raphale to action," he said thoughtfully.

"But ... I guess I was fairly, erratic in my thoughts and emotions?"

The last bit was a question, as if trying to confirm that, the bond was what Lucifer was referring to himself.

"That would be one way of putting it," Lucifer replied, thinking of his encounter with Kabuto.

Wincing slightly, Wilson looked down at his toes for a moment.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Lucifer."

Sighing silently, Lucifer leaned back and watched the sky. "I am aware. That is why I am not upset, simply annoyed by my own reactions to it."

And that was how Lucifer received his second double take of the evening!

There was a deep seated desire in the mortal to ask just what those reactions had been, was curious to know ... how he might have affected the unflappable Prince but the responsible side of the mortal squashed the tiny question long before it's proper birth and instead he continued to watch his toes.

"Do ... do you think, I could learn how not to project, so badly? I mean, I'm just ... me, Lucifer. I have no special skills or ability like that."

Looking up at the Advesary, the night stars bathed the mortal's face in a pale white.

"I'm willing to try to learn."

"No, it seems Aziraphale rather prefers to be able to feel you at all times." And while he found it annoying as well, it was... interesting to feel as a mortal did.

"Angel lojack," Wilson said with affectionate amusement in his tone.

Lucifer chuckled quietly. "Exactly."

Since conversation seemed to have wound along to it's natural conclusion, Wilson went silent for a bit.

It was ... quite nice to have Lucifer sitting there with him and it had been hard over the past week not to call out to either of his lovers simply for their mental and emotional support.

Yes, even Lucifer's in his own unique way.

Now, it was as if the mortal could relax, look out at the stars and quietly accept that he would miss his friend.

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