Lucifer & Beckett
"Maybe by now I'd have moved onto something else?" Lucifer asked, considering her. "Maze thinks that there's still a chance that other people we know will show up. Maybe I'd be focused on that?"
He took a sip of this latest drink and tried not to flinch at the taste, before replying again. "Of course you are," he said without elaborating on what he meant by that. "But the detective is Chloe Decker with the LAPD. I went to hell and back for her and then ran away, only to end up here."
Noting that she'd set her drink down, he downed the rest of his, making no effort this time to conceal his distaste, and then set the now empty glass on the bar. "I don't recommend whatever that was," he told her, barely pausing before asking, "So during which of the 56 days did you give up hope of things ever going back to normal?"