Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There were plans to open the club - finally - and plans to go to Austria for a few days to see an opera - exciting - and Octavia had been doing better recently, so... Lucifer was in a good mood, actually, when Sunday came around.

So yes, the candles were out again tonight. And a rather imposing spread of seafood, picked up from the mainland. With mango rice, of course.

It was Octavia. Couldn't do without the mango rice.

"How do you feel about the snapper?"

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[okteiviakom]

"Thanks," Octavia muttered as she reached to take it.

Her voice still sounded like she was in desperate need of blowing her nose.

[my_own_advocate]

And so a box of tissues, taken from a drawer in the nightstand, quickly followed. "Tissue?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed a little huff. (A little one, and very stuffy.)

She grabbed a few of them at once.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed a small smile, and then sat down next to her on the bed.

Close, so their legs were touching.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia blew her nose. Once, then another time. It was loud, and not pretty.

Then she cleared her throat. Sighed. "Oh, that's better."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft huff. "Good," he said, reaching to take the tissues from her. "Are you all right?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia finally looked at him. Properly.

"Am I ever?"

There was a soft wryness in that that sounded she was at least some manner of 'all right' right now. (Or at the very least, a will to tell him she was.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted. "There are degrees, darling," he said.

He put the tissues down on the nightstand and reached for her hand.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze fell to their hands as she took his, giving it a little squeeze.

"Sorry."

She felt compelled to say that, after... everything, just now.

[my_own_advocate]

"There's absolutely nothing to be sorry for," Lucifer said gently. Squeezed her hand, as well. "Though do you have any idea where that came from--?"

[okteiviakom]

"Stress?" Octavia offered. "It just.... washed over me. I couldn't hold it back."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded. "So... a good cry?" he offered.

[okteiviakom]

"A cry."

Good, bad, was all relative.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer huffed softly. "All right then," he said, kissing her temple.

[okteiviakom]

"I think this was just... a lot," Octavia murmured, her eyes closing again.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Don't be," Octavia muttered. "It's not -- not like that."

A sigh.

"I don't know."

[my_own_advocate]

"What's going on in your head?" Lucifer asked.

He'd learned better than to assume.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know."

A stock initial answer. Octavia hoped she wasn't the only one who knew that.

She leaned over, awkwardly, against his shoulder. "We went a little further," she murmured. "I guess... I was bound to have some kind of reaction. If not during, then after."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's arm immediately shifted, wrapping around her. "Too far?" he asked softly.

[okteiviakom]

"I can't tell," Octavia murmured. She hoped she would have known if it had been too too far, though. That that would have been something she would have stopped. "Everything was okay in the moment."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded slowly. "Take a few moments to think about it, if it helps."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think that's going to make a difference, Lucifer," Octavia murmured quietly in response, pulling his arm a little closer around her.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "I just don't want to-- hurt you, ironic as it may sound now."

[okteiviakom]

"It doesn't sound ironic," Octavia mumbled. "I know you don't."