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[Or feed him booze and pain pills like he did.]

If I say something you probably really don't want to hear, do you promise not to storm out?

[That is not fear you hear in his voice, Chuck, you must be mishearing.]

[.....Oh, awesome. Super. No, he's really pumped to hear whatever this is.]

That... depends. [Long-suffering sigh.] Would saying it be a dick move?

[He has a fear of abandonment, ok? A JUSTIFIED fear.]

Um.

[His mouth quirks, part amusement, part nervous laughter.]

I don't think so. But. Consider the source?

I...

...say it. Just don't hold my reaction against me. I'm pretty fragile right now.

As you pointed out. Few handle grief well. How many has he actually grieved?

Who... [His confused expression turns disbelieving, and almost offended.] Lucifer? I-

[Loss for words. It doesn't happen often, so take pictures.]

-At what point do you still have the right to rub your ~grief~ in other people's faces? When you've killed- killed a thousand? A million? Gunned for your own brothers?

That question it probably not best asked to someone like me.

[Someone with millions of bodies to his name, someone who helped slaughter his family.]

I'm not saying he should have been sobbing on your shoulder, Chuck.

You have more social skills than he does. You're not an obnoxious prick.

[Yes, this is the same guy who was doing the "but he only hurts me when he's mad" routine a few months ago. And who has and showed you video of Michael and Lucifer soused on Halloween.]

Because I like you enough to make the effort.

[Just. Throwing that out there.]

Dude. Lucifer showed up at the hospital to harass Gabriel the day Jinx went in.

[Do you not understand that he doesn't make an effort for anybody. And when he does it's still horrible.]

Gabriel told me. Slightly different version of things though.

Chuck. He's not nice. I know that. You don't have to convince me.

Don't tell me you actually think the angels are an unbiased source about him.

[Just. Stare.]

I don't get your point here. I mean... no offense, but I know him a lot better than you do.

I don't think anyone is.

[S I G H]

I'm saying this: He trusted you enough to drink with you. Aslan he's fond of. He was grieving a friend and was an utter jackass about it apparently. I'm just wondering why you, since you know him a lot better than I do, weren't expecting that?

[Really, he's confused here.]

A friend? Are you kidding?

[Now he's just pissed, and raising his voice enough for the cat to say fuck it, and leave.]

It's his fault Aslan's dead! This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for him! What right does he have, you know? Contrary to popular belief, I'm not contractually obligated to park my ass and listen to his shit all day.

I wasn't saying you were Chuck.

[By comparison Magneto's has only gotten softer, flatter. He's withdrawing being that's simply how he refuses to handle things.]

Yes, it's his fault. No, it wouldn't have happened. I'm well aware of what he did, as my face shows.