Lucifer gives her all the time she needs. He’s better at hugging than he used to be, but he’ll never be Ella Lopez, ready to hug a perfect stranger just for saying hello. Miss Lopez can get away with that kind of thing; he’s a bit more circumspect.

So he doesn’t offer physical comfort, just his presence, looking out the observatory window until she responds.

Fair is fair.

“Two names,” he says immediately, reaching up to trace them along the stars he can see. “Chloe, and Rory.” There’s a hint of sadness in his expression, perhaps, but mostly he’s just soft, gently smiling. They’re the two most important names to him, clearly.