Lucifer's Loft, Los Angeles, Saturday

[my_own_advocate]

Yesterday had been a still being played out day full of musical numbers and Dad and a woman murdering her judgemental referee husband for entirely understandable reasons. Lucifer had gone to bed entirely wiped, tired, too exhausted to remember he shouldn't be naked with Duke and Octavia.

He was still in that bed, sleeping more comfortably than he had in a week.

Unaware of the man hovering by the edge of the bed with a large tray full of breakfast foods in his hands.

[[ for those two and once again taken from Lucifer 5x10! ]]

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Bedroom

[hismysteriousways]

"Morning," God sing-songed. Loudly.

Loft

[my_own_advocate]

Today had been rather less eventful, their wake-up call notwithstanding. Still Lucifer found it hard to think, to focus, to-- process anything.

So he'd asked Octavia and Duke to go pick up dinner. Just to get an hour or so to himself.

He leaned on the bar, staring into his drink. He still didn't know how to make sense of any of this.

The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Dad had left in silence ten minutes ago. Still Lucifer hadn't left this chair, his vest still unbuttoned, his shirt a mess, eyes red and a clammy wetness on his face born of too much crying.

He stared at the balcony.

He should really get up and refresh his drink.

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