my_own_advocate | The Fin & Tonic, Sunday Night

Out here, the days were spent in the sun, enjoying the beach, drinks, a good swim or five; and then there were the evening hours, after they'd had dinner at the diner on the porch, where Lucifer searched valiantly for other ways to relax.

No, not just that. Perverts.

Tonight, he'd found himself on the Fin & Tonic's quite luxurious sofa, with a large bucket of popcorn. He paged through Netflix, searching for just. The right. Terrible action movie. Having found it, he leaned forward to grab a refill from his massive pitcher of margarita.

Should he call over Octavia or Duke? Ah, they'd find him if they wanted to join him, surely.

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okteiviakom

"It was fine," Octavia replied, verbose as ever. But her tone was light? By Octavia standards. "You?"

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my_own_advocate

"Little to complain about," Lucifer said, and pressed a firm kiss against her cheek. "Hard to argue with sun and sand."

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okteiviakom

Octavia settled her head against his shoulder, and gave a faint little hum.

"I could argue with anything."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer tilted his head. "... I can't argue with that," he said. "Certainly not this trip."

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okteiviakom

"Good," Octavia replied, "then you've got the right idea."

As far as jokes went, it was a pretty weak one.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer eyed the TV, where the movie had just introduced its completely generic white male protagonist.

"How are you holding up," he said, after a moment, "After... New Year's Eve."

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okteiviakom

Was the deep sigh, followed by Octavia trying to press herself a little closer to his side, enough of an answer?

Because it was the immediate one.

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my_own_advocate

"Oh, darling," Lucifer said softly. He pulled her in close, pressing another kiss to her temple.

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okteiviakom

"Not ideal," Octavia muttered, trying to cover his hand with hers, wherever on her it had landed.

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my_own_advocate

It pressed against her hip, though the presence of her hand made Lucifer shift it up onto her thigh. "I'm sorry."

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okteiviakom

"I don't know if I expected anything else," Octavia admitted. Very, very quietly. "This is just... how things works with us, right now."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer sighed. "There must be some progress," he said. "Somehow."

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okteiviakom

"If there is, it's... inside him," Octavia muttered. "And we'll see it when it's ready."

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my_own_advocate

"Well, it's not entirely him, is it?" Lucifer tried. Gently.

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okteiviakom

Long silence.

And then, "No."

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my_own_advocate

"So what's going on in your head?"

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okteiviakom

"About which part?"

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my_own_advocate

"Evolving thoughts about what's happening?" Lucifer inquired. "

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okteiviakom

"What do you think the likelihood is that anything in me is evolving?" Octavia muttered.

It was helpless grousing, if anything.

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my_own_advocate

"Well, I try to be an optimist," Lucifer said wryly.

Seemed like they needed one around here.

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okteiviakom

"I guess someone has to be," Octavia echoed his narrative, unknowingly.

She leaned against him yet more heavily.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer kissed her cheek. "All this arguing about procedure can't be for nothing," he murmured.

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okteiviakom

"Is that all it sounds like?" Octavia asked.

Very, very quietly.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer rubbed her thigh soothingly. "No," he said, "But it does sound like you two need to learn how to argue productively before you can resolve any of the other things."