He wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulder in a one armed hug. “Lucifer. You are much much more then a con. You’re a great person, despite what you think of yourself. Don’t worry about anything, it’s okay.” He said with an easy smile at the other.
Lucifer just grinned, knocking against his little brother in a bit of fun. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna hold you to that. I won’t worry about nothin’ if you’re not worryin’.” And he wouldn’t. If his brother was cool with everything, Lucifer would be too. He’d put all the other out of his mind for now—even if he couldn’t completely agree with Castiel’s opinion of him. Lucifer knew he wasn’t great; quite the opposite. But he wasn’t going to dash his little brother’s views. The convict couldn’t argue that it was nice, for a change, to be viewed in such a light.