Lucyfer holds the door of her office open for Will. She closes it behind him, saying, "So…talk to me." And Will obeys: "I was deposed yesterday. It brought a lot of stuff up. I don't feel comfortable talking about it." Like she's going to leave it at that. Lucyfer: "Okay. I just thought I'd ask." Will says he'll redo the reports. I guess he bollixed something up. She says that's not the point. And Will, hand on the doorknob, just caves, telling her, "The night of the accident…it was homecoming weekend." He tells her how he and Kevin had been sniping at each other the whole day and what he said when Kevin was leaving: "That's the last thing I said to my son before he was paralyzed." Wait, wasn't there a phone call that night? Lucyfer's the picture of understanding: "So…you're guilty for being human?" Will says it was a horrible thing to say. Lucyfer: "People say horrible things to each other all the time. Saying it didn't make the accident happen." Who's she, his therapist? Back off, lady.
She continues, "As my ex-husband was going out the door, I yelled after him, 'And I hope your --'" She breaks off with some slicing hand gestures, adding, "Kind of a John Bobbitt moment there, you know?" Will kind of chuckles, but makes an important mental note, too. Lucyfer: "When you get mad, you go for the weak spot." Apparently that's how you also go about breaking up someone else's marriage, too. She thinks he can let himself off the hook. Suddenly she asks how Helen's coping. Will says he didn't tell her about the "Kevin thing" because he didn't want to upset her. Well, Helen was there; she probably has her own memory of it. But it's nice that you're not burdening your wife, and confiding instead in Beelzebub's handmaiden here. Lucyfer smiles at him, saying, "I think that was probably a good idea. She has enough." Will gives her kind of an uncertain look, probably not entirely comfortable with their intimacy and yet grateful for it all the same. Also: not forgetting the Bobbitt remark. Lucyfer says she's still waiting to meet Helen: "Not quite convinced she's real." Will says they'll have her over for dinner soon. Lucyfer: "Oh, well, don't get carried away. Nobody's gotta cook." If you're so anxious to meet her, why don't you invite the Girardis over? Or would that mean explaining why you keep jackals as pets, and have no furniture other than beds of burning coals? Could get sticky. Will says they like to cook at their house. She smiles at him. He thanks her for listening. She says gently, "Thanks for talking."