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Octavia was back at work. Just like that. Like this was a normal week, and they'd had a normal time, and he entire world hadn't suddenly gone upside down.
Lucifer was having a harder time of it. Perhaps, though, she was right, and what he needed was some... semblance of a routine again.
So on a whim, he'd texted Duke about date night. Then he'd run off to the store to pick up supplies, and... now he was here. In the kitchen. Readying his lasagna for the oven while he waited for Duke to arrive, a bottle of wine sitting on the table.
Everything. Was fine.
[[ for him ]]
Lucifer was having a harder time of it. Perhaps, though, she was right, and what he needed was some... semblance of a routine again.
So on a whim, he'd texted Duke about date night. Then he'd run off to the store to pick up supplies, and... now he was here. In the kitchen. Readying his lasagna for the oven while he waited for Duke to arrive, a bottle of wine sitting on the table.
Everything. Was fine.
[[ for him ]]