Eventually, Lucifer settled. His miserable, self-loathing thoughts spun themselves into useless circles until they burned away, leaving only the exhaustion behind.

He wasn't sure if he was falling back asleep or just drifting, exactly.

He hadn't given in to Duke's arms around him before, but now that he had, he had no desire to extract himself. So he stayed there, face tucked into Duke's neck, on the precipice of sleep.

Or perhaps right into it.