[ Sandalphon struggled to keep his eyes on the coffee cups. He struggled not to run over and comfort her as he did when he was her father. It tore him to pieces, because it was now that he knew he couldn't just bury the emotion, not like he used to do. The way she started to say "dad" tore at his core, realizing that no, it was not just him that went through that mirage.
He knows that the crew aboard the Grandcypher would do the same. He tears his eyes away from the shrine and steels himself, knowing that he had to be the first to act, the first to tell her that he was alright with what had transpired. He sets down the coffee cup he was cleaning, only to trade it with the hand grinder. It held enough for two cups of coffee, after all. ]
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They were no longer boss and worker. It was something more, and it hurt him to even consider it anything else. He turns to look at the shrine he has in his café for Lucifer-- that unnamed friend in the mirage-- and begged him to give him some kind of sign. Some kind of sign that he was doing something right by just ignoring it, by believing that it could go back to what it was before. But he knew what Lucifer would tell him. He knew the moment he created him, when he gave him the capability to feel what he does at the moment.
He knows that the crew aboard the Grandcypher would do the same. He tears his eyes away from the shrine and steels himself, knowing that he had to be the first to act, the first to tell her that he was alright with what had transpired. He sets down the coffee cup he was cleaning, only to trade it with the hand grinder. It held enough for two cups of coffee, after all. ]
Sit down. Today's coffee is on the house.