That voice with the northern accent would always make her smile. Even in their darkest moments, she'd loved him. He tried. His life had been so dark just before meeting her but he'd tried to be better. And she loved him for it. It just made him the man she'd grown to care so deeply for. Maybe she'd had something to do with that, turning him into the kinder, more gentle version. But the Oncoming Storm was still there under the surface in her pinstripe wearing beanpole, and she'd always respected that. The fact was, maybe he always would be slightly darker. He'd done the hardest thing possible-or so he'd thought. But he'd come so far and his smile meant everything to her.
She stepped out of the shadows, her fingers still twirling a piece of hair. "Hi," she offered, looking up at him with curious, hazel eyes. There was so much to tell him. So much she didn't want to have to say. Eleven knew the majority of it, just not the bits since she'd arrived in Lawrence. But, apparently, Lucifer knew all of it. And rather than making her closest friend in the world watch his own show to find out how her world had been pulled apart, she'd rather tell him herself.
For a brief moment, she hesitated. What she wanted to show him had been her thing with Ten, the man who'd become her fiance. It was where he'd proposed to her, and they'd spent so very much time together there since that. But she'd shared that room with this man, too. Just...not in the same ways. Which was something that, after almost three years of dealing with multiple versions of the Doctor, was finally settling into something acceptable.
"I have something to show you," she said a beat later, her smile small but hopeful. And, just as he'd done to her so many times, she reached out to take his hand in hers.