I understand that Emmerdale want to give Danny another chance to cry because he does it so well but have they seen his smile? Aaron smiling and literally lighting up a room, his happiness all-encompassing and he can’t do anything but grin? I feel like Emmerdale haven’t seen that because if they had, and they saw how good he is at looking happy to the point where it is painful to look at, they would let Aaron smile more :)
170610 Fansign this happens when you put a representative from each team, and each liner together. - hong jisoo/joshua: vocal team, 95-liner - kwon soonyoung/hoshi: performance team, 96-liner - kim mingyu: hip hop team, 97-liner
I love Geddy Lee. I love Geddy Lee with his big fluffy hair bouncing along as he hops across the stage. I love his lil glasses and big nose and lil soul patch and his sweet demeanor. I love how he’s such a goofy goober but also incredibly cool in a general way but also in a nerdy old man way. I just really love Geddy Lee and I know a lot of other people love Geddy Lee but more people need to love Geddy Lee. More people need to appreciate this man in all of his glory. This adorable man. Geddy Lee.
Chloe looked up from Trixie’s worried face. Dan’s urgent tone made it clear his statement wasn’t just about getting Trixie dinner in the hospital cafeteria. Chloe looked back at her little girl (who she was going to be leaving once the poison ran its course) and gave her small fingers a squeeze. “Go on, monkey. Make sure your dad eats too, ok?”
Trixie looked up at her with huge eyes, her chin tipped down, and her hand gripping Chloe’s fiercely. “I’m afraid to leave you, Mommy.”
Chloe stroked Trixie’s hair. “I know, monkey, but the doctors said I’ll be ok for a couple days. I’ll still be here when you get back.”
Chloe blinked back tears. “I promise, monkey.” She sniffed and reached down to tickle her little munchkin. “Now, make sure you bring me back a chocolate bar, ok?”
Trixie nodded fiercely, gave her mom another hug, and then reluctantly followed Dan out of the room. Chloe waited until the door clicked closed before she leaned back into her thin pillow, bit her lip, and silently began to cry. It’s too much. I can’t do this. I can’t. I have to be strong, for Trixie. At the thought of her daughter, Chloe let out a sob, and curled into herself. She heard the door handle turn, and took a deep breath, trying to get her emotions under control. I can’t let them see me like this. She left her back to the door, hoping it was just a nurse.
Footsteps quietly tapped across the linoleum floor. Chloe closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. The footsteps paused beside the bed, and Chloe waited for the nurse to finish reading her vitals. She opened her eyes, surprised, as she felt someone’s fingertips brush against her wet cheek.
“Sorry if I startled you,” Lucifer said, quickly withdrawing his hand. “I just…” He paused, and rubbed thumb over his wet fingers. “Are you all right, Det–Chl…” He trailed off.
Chloe swiped quickly at her eyes. “I’m fine.” She inhaled deeply and tried to give Lucifer a smile. “It’s just been a rough day.”
One corner of Lucifer’s mouth quirked up. “What, did someone forget to give you that horrible gelatinous substance they call Jello?” Chloe laughed a little, and some of the worry left Lucifer’s eyes. “I’d be happy seek out that wobbly horror if it makes you feel better.”
Lucifer was trying so hard to cheer her up, and Chloe was mortified when she felt herself tearing up again. “No– Lucifer, I… That’s ok. I don’t need any.”
Lucifer crouched down so that he was eye level with her, and leaned on the railing. “Don’t lose hope, Detective.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Lucifer.” Chloe was surprised at the harshness of her own words, but her emotions were completely raw right now. “I don’t need a hope speech.”
“But I have a plan to find the anecdote!”
“No!” Chloe interrupted. She lowered her voice. “I don’t want to hear it. The cure died with the professor, and the sooner you accept that, the easier it’s going to be.”
Lucifer leap up. “I refuse to accept this fate. I have a plan–”
“Lucifer, stop,” Chloe choked out. “Please. I can’t deal with your anger. I can’t deal with Dan’s guilt. I can’t deal with my daughter’s sadness.” There were tears in her eyes again, but she didn’t care. “Everyone is grieving around me. When do I get to grieve?”
Lucifer looked confused and unsure, but tentatively put a hand on her shoulder. Chloe reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight. Lucifer bent down and put his arms around her. Chloe breathed deeply of his aftershave and drew strength from his solid chest. “Please, Lucifer, just stay.” Chloe pulled back a little and gave him a watery smile. “Just for a bit.”
Lucifer reached out to brush Chloe’s hair back behind her ear. “You don’t have much time,” he said, looking worried.
“I’ll make time for you,” Chloe said, and tugged on his arm.
Lucifer reluctantly swung his large frame over the hospital bed’s raised arm. The mattress gave a slight crinkle as he settled next to her, unsure what to do with his arms. Chloe settled against his chest with a sigh, and Lucifer carefully slid his arm under her until his shoulder was in the crook of her neck. Chloe felt his hand settle on her shoulder, gently at first, then tighter, with his other hand coming up to stroke her cheek. “Only for a moment, Chloe,” Lucifer whispered.
Lucifer waited until she drifted off in his arms, and then gently extracted himself from the bed. He reached down and tucked the blanket around Chloe. “I’m sorry, Detective,” he whispered. “I have to try.” Lucifer quietly opened the door, and left to find a nearby room to send himself to hell.