"I --" Duke said. He still wasn't looking at them. He shoved the heel of his hand roughly at his eye, trying to smear away any evidence of tears.

This was stupid. Why the fuck was he crying? They were just messing around on his boat.

(He wondered how often they'd done that while he was missing. Nathan had messed around with Sarah while he was dealing with Roy -- that was the only time he could have fathered the Colorado Kid. How many times had his loved ones found comfort in each other while he was being knocked out and tied up and generally knocked around by the world?)

"I need a drink."

He finally shoved into motion, stepping around the nest towards his liquor cabinet. Had Lucifer refilled it, yet?