Re: Down: Lucifer / Misha
Lucifer knew what it was like to be... out of sorts. There were plenty of times when the same dark moods landed on him as well - even as recently as his time spent hidden away from those he knew in Repose. He knew the way it could eat away at a person, causing struggles without and within. He still held the hidden evidence of his own struggles. Unshared with anyone, for the moment. He watched the evidence of a habit that had been attempted to be broken, the lift of fingers toward mouth, and the way they detoured away. "Many do." There was no judgement there. It was a simple statement, one that perhaps sounded a bit like understanding.
"I'm often tired." He didn't often admit to it, but it was an easier fact to share than his history of those low feelings. But here, Misha's admission, was what had spurred Lucifer's invitation in the first place. He gave a single nod in reply to that bird-boned shrug of the boy's. "A different kind of fussing. About your guilt, and the fact that it's misplaced."