Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had certainly been a complicated week, hadn't it? Luckily, it had ended before the weekend, and Lucifer, Duke and Octavia had had all Saturday to recover.

That didn't mean Lucifer hadn't been slightly surprised that Octavia was still game for date night. But he had grasped it with every bit of enthusiasm he could foster. And yes, that did mean dinner had featured a genuinely ridiculous amount of tropical fruit.

"Suppose I should've put a protein in there," he mused, settling back and eyeing his empty dessert bowl with satisfaction.

[[ for her and sp. eta: nsfw-bound... ish? ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I was trying to rib you just a little bit," Lucifer said. "Clearly, I was not as funny as I thought I was being."

[okteiviakom]

"No."

Or maybe her week had been too long for her to be accepting of ribbing, but who wanted to look at it that closely?

Octavia fidgeted with her empty bowl a little.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sucked in a breath. "I'll send you some app suggestions, if tracking your intake is what you're interested in," he said. "I know the app store can be a bit of a mess."

[okteiviakom]

"Sure," Octavia said, even though tracking wasn't really what she'd been doing. She just didn't want this to take a turn into another thing. "If you'd like."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said. He cleared his throat. "Later, though."

[okteiviakom]

"Later," Octavia muttered, in agreement.

She really needed to find some more syllables.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth twitched into a wry smile. "Still feeling the week?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pushed her hair back, looking off to the side at nothing.

"I didn't even get to see most of the week."

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you remember anything?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze darted to him. His chest, for a fraction of a second, then his face.

"Too much."

Anything would have been too much.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry," Lucifer said. "I-- had hoped for less."

[okteiviakom]

"It's not a lot," Octavia muttered, looking away again. "Just these... flashes. Like trying to remember a dream."

Or a nightmare.

"But it's still too much."

[my_own_advocate]

"Would you like me to try and distract you from it?" Lucifer asked. "Or... sit with it?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was quiet in response for a moment.

Then asked, "Why did you bring it up in the first place?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because it's clearly weighing heavy on your mind," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia replied.

Still a little flat, but softer.

[my_own_advocate]

"And I just wanted to make sure if you're all right," Lucifer said, "And-- offer any help you might need if you aren't. Even if it's just ignoring the whole thing for the night."

[okteiviakom]

"Think I like that option best."

Everything else still seemed to make her faintly nauseous.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said easily. "Then may I suggest the hot tub?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny shrug.

"Sure."

Maybe she'd find her footing again once they got upstairs. Or something.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wasn't letting himself expect too much. He just got up, and held his hand out for her to take.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took his hand, although she helped herself out of her seat without it.

Stupid instinct.

[my_own_advocate]

"Incorrigible," Lucifer teased softly.

He tugged her to the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave his hand a squeeze, but said nothing.

Just followed.

[my_own_advocate]

It didn't take long to get all the way up to Lucifer's bedroom. He let go of her hand as he entered-- onlyt because he needed his hands to strip out of his clothes. "I made sure it was clean and ready."