He could sense they weren't alone in the ocean this far out, but just as Lucifer, his attention was solely focused on his companion. He could see the pain on his face, watched as dark eyes closed, taking the comfort he offered.
As soon as he heard the soft words, he understood. Lucifer had cut off his wings, severing his connection to Heaven, Hell and their Father. It was drastic, terrifying. But he'd done something similar when he'd fled to Earth, cut all ties with his family and his home.
"It's okay," he repeated, "you don't need to explain anything to me."