HANDS ARE FOLDED TOGETHER, idly dangling downwards between sandalphon’s parted legs; the table he sits at is adorned with various sweets, two sets of plates & cups set for a pair. the other half to his pair is missing, though not far -- red eyes that seem uncharacteristically soft for their owner watch as lucifer stands by the balcony, gazing outwards into the distance. he’s been standing there for a while, white hair swaying in the breeze as the sun’s setting rays lay gently upon his skin; sandalphon can’t help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking about. surely not him. there’s an all too familiar tightening within his chest as these words inject themselves into his thoughts, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. desperate to spare his tongue, he picks up a sweet & shoves it into his mouth as he stands up & makes his way towards the other.
❝ aren’t you cold? ❞ it’s a stupid question, sure, yet the concern is there nonetheless. an eyebrow is quirked as he places a hand upon lucifer’s shoulder, gently tugging as to attempt to bring him back to their seats. ❝ never mind that -- you know what is getting cold? the coffee. ❞