LPOV
His knuckles only graze the wood before he pulls away. Lucifer looks at the door, a solemn expression on his face. He knew he had to face him eventually, but he couldn't. How could he?
He had trusted him, been vulnerable, and what had he gotten in return?
His expression hardens and he backs away, suddenly aware of the sounds coming from inside. Desperate heartwrenching sounds mixed with sharp shrieks of radio static. His brows crease as guilt washes over him, had he done this? He looks down at his hands and realizes that their trembling. The king of hell quickly composed himself, taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.