Dr. Linda Martin's House, Thursday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Was Dr. Linda's floor really where Lucifer wanted to wake up this morning? Absolutely not.

But Duke had been in no state to go to the penthouse last night, and Octavia had been in some kind of shock, and it had just seemed easier to stay here. Linda only had one couch, and that seemed better-suited for the drunk, so Lucifer had found himself on a mattress on the floor for the first time in... quite some time.

It was not ideal.

Which was likely why he woke up as early as he did, the floor poking against his shoulder as the air mattress had apparently sprung a leak during the night.

"Ugggh."

[[ for octavia and duke ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't say anything. She just let her hand fall to her side again.

Everything felt a little... dulled.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke swallowed, gave Lucifer’s arm a squeeze, then let go to step up next to her.

“What do you think? Just hang out here while we wait?”

[my_own_advocate]

"Let's at least move it to the park," Lucifer said, striding after him. "It's not far."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia really couldn't muster up the energy for having an opinion on something so -- mundane, right now.

"Whatever," she muttered. "Your choice."

[betterthanaplan]

“Well, uh.” Duke rubbed his forehead. “I’m still hungover, so I could use some food. I vote sandwiches in the park.”

[my_own_advocate]

"There should be some food trucks there," Lucifer said.

He reached for Octavia's wrist. "Let's go."

[okteiviakom]

It could have been a coincidence, the way Octavia jerked into movement right at that moment, snatching her wrist away from Lucifer's grasp in the process.

It was impossible to know for sure, though.

"This way?" she muttered.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer withdrew his hand, frowning. Was she angrier at him still than Duke?

He cleared his throat. "Yes."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke gave him one more quick, sympathetic look, then started after her.

This was way more complicated than Duke’s simple mixture of scared and angry.

[okteiviakom]

And to make things worse, it wasn't something Octavia was inclined to talk about at all. Not today, at least.

And not now.

So off to the park they went.