"Are you going to go to the hospital?" Raphael asked with wide, terrified eyes. Michael sighed and gestured at Raphael pointedly, hoping Lucifer took the damn hint. Ah, gesturing hurt, he winced and then awkwardly reached out to pat Raphael's head.

"You're upsetting Raphael. If I say I'm fine, I'm fine. Honestly, Raphie, it's all good. I'm fine." Michael smiled at the boy and then got up from his seat, walking over to get some coffee and get some space from the questions. This was going to be a long week.

How the fuck was he supposed to avoid homophobic assholes in a small town?