Duke shifted a little, burrowing more firmly against Lucifer. He was wide awake now, and maybe plotting some way to murder God.

But since that was deeply unlikely to ever happen—and might actually backfire and hurt Lucifer more—he was happy to serve as a big warm teddy bear for his boyfriend to cry into.

It was almost reassuring in a way. Not that Lucifer was crying, but that he trusted Duke enough to do so holding him. Even if he didn’t know Duke was awake while he did it.