[ for just the barest of moments, he doesn't answer. lucifer sits, staring down into the water, struck with a memory so vivid that he almost, almost gets lost in it before he physically shakes himself out of it and squeezes charlie's hand, looking over at her next to him and smiling.

it's melancholy, of course it is, but there's that look he gets on his face like charlie is his whole world. ]

It may be a replica, but I never even considered ever being able to.

[ he takes a deep breath and sighs, tipping his head back into the sunlight with his eyes closed. then, as he once again turns back to her: ]

Hey, did I ever tell you that Adam wasn't always an incurable asshole? Always an idiot, of course, haha! But... different.