Lux, Los Angeles, Friday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Tonight, Lux was going to be packed and loud again, but this early on a Friday morning, the club wasn't only quiet but deserted. Which made it the perfect place for Octavia to sneak down to for her therapy. In previous weeks, she'd usually just gone out on Lucifer's balcony and kept her voice down for these Friday sessions that happened before neither Duke nor Lucifer tended to even be up yet, but this week...

This had seemed more right. Taking over the empty club, sitting at the grand piano with her phone.

Not that that had made her feel like she could be much more open with her therapist than she had in the last couple of weeks. Until this trip, she hadn't felt much reason to censor what she told Dr. Baker, but there was something about having to talk about God messing up your relationship that she didn't entirely want to get into. Not quite at that level, anyway.

In the end, in this particular session, she largely just ended up venting about love (sometimes it just feels like putting a name on things just makes it more complicated) and rejection (I swear he asked me that ten years ago, and now I'm right back here again) and loss (just feels like something's ending, and I should be able to stop it, but he just keeps looking at me like--).

And once her hour was up, she... stayed where she was. Closed the video chat app, opened a browser.

Looked up Portalocity.

Looked at portals to Fandom.

And wished for a vacation.

[ooc: Open for texts, calls, and those that are here if they so wish.]

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[betterthanaplan]

“Otaim,” Duke agreed.

[okteiviakom]

"Otaim."

And now she just needed to remember that, whatever came at them in the future.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke would remind her.

“You think you could eat?”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him a tiny nod.

"Yeah."

Her appetite kind of came and went, lately. But it was more the former right now.

[betterthanaplan]

“Me too.” Duke let go with one hand to pull out his phone. “Let’s order lunch.”

[okteiviakom]

It was still a little closer to breakfast time than lunch, but that didn't really matter, did it?

Octavia tipped her head against his shoulder. "You can choose for me." She trusted him.

[betterthanaplan]

“Sure. I’m thinking. . . . acai bowls.”

Mmmm. Basically all fruit, all the time.

[okteiviakom]

"Think I had one of those with Lucifer in New York," Octavia murmured, after a pause for thought. "After he took me to meet Dr. Baker for the first time."

Another pause.

"It fits."

[betterthanaplan]

“It’s a very Octavia dish,” Duke agreed. “Alright, I’ll order them.”

[okteiviakom]

"Chof."

Maybe after eating she'd be up to going back upstairs to Lucifer, again.

One could hope.

[betterthanaplan]

It couldn’t hurt. A lot of things seemed better when your blood sugar wasn’t tanked.

Duke ordered a couple of the more protein packed bowls and put his phone away.

“Done. Should be here in about twenty minutes.”

[okteiviakom]

"What are we going to do for twenty minutes?"

Asked a woman who seemed perfectly content to just keep leaning against him, her head resting against his shoulder.

[betterthanaplan]

"Hang out, talk. . . ." Duke gave her a teasing squeeze, one hand drifting up towards her breast. ". . . Other things. . . ."

[okteiviakom]

Read the room, Crocker.

Octavia's hand settled on top of his when it was just over her ribs. She shook her head against his shoulder. Muttered, "Let's just... hang out."

[betterthanaplan]

Look, he was built for offering distractions, okay?

“Hanging out it is,” he agreed easily, resting his hand on her ribs and giving her a hug. “Sounds perfect.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned a little further into him.

She didn't mutter another 'thanks' in either of her languages. Just closed her eyes and tried to soak up the comfort of his embrace.

Seemed like a fine use of twenty minutes.