❝IMAGINE...❞
Chloe is heartbroken when Lucifer leaves L.A without so much as a goodbye, and the first person she goes to about it, is you. You are her rock, her shoulder to lean on, and you can tell she is upset for losing her partner. She rants to you about Lucifer and how he always acts before thinking, and you reassure that he doesn't try to intentionally hurt anyone — well, any of the good guys, at least. And Chloe is definitely good, which you tell her multiple times. She returns the compliment, but you know she doesn't mean it like you do.
❝I thought we were friends. Then he just... leaves, without even telling me. Now I'm— I lost my partner. He's always doing stuff like this, gosh.❞
❝You are friends! ... Right? And trust me, he'll come back, and surely, he means well. Which is why I just can't hate him.❞