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Date: 23 Aug 2021 18:51 (UTC)He stayed that way for a good while, just lying there, eyes closed, listening to the two of them breathe. Trying not to think about anything at all, and as a result thinking about everything.
About God and the Goddess. About Amenadiel and Linda and Charlie. Chloe and poor Trixie. Dan. That poor dead angel, whose name he couldn't remember off the top of his head. The funerals and the arguments and the smashed glasses. Dinners and barbecues and late night sandwiches while waiting to see if Lucifer would come home.
Hospitals. Panic attacks.
The full, honest-to-God-who-might-just-art-in-his-bed-right-now battle.
Lucifer saying goodbye.
It all swam in and out, blurring together in his head, and after a while he gave in and just let it, silent tears running down his face from time to time. Linda might've been proud, but honestly he was just too tired to try not to feel any of it right now. To try to push any of it away.
Eventually the tears ran out. And then so did the thoughts.
And slowly, without ever entirely noticing, Duke drifted off to sleep himself.