Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been feeling kind of... restless, this week. But keeping it to herself, because Duke had been having a rougher time, and anyway, it was fine. This feeling came and went, and Octavia was used to it.

(Though it really would have been great if Dr. Baker had been able to squeeze her in during some other time this week, after the regular Tuesday session got cancelled.)

It was Sunday now, anyway. Food and cider and hopefully a good time? Octavia had even channeled some of her twitchiness into prepping dessert, earlier. "The fruit's all ready in the fridge," she said, as she got up to clear away the dinner plates. "The white chocolate on them should have set by now."

Spoken like she actually knew anything and hadn't just grabbed the instructions from Google this morning.

[ooc: For the guy.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Really?" Lucifer said, raising an eyebrow. "I find it quite uplifting, personally."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia raised her eyebrows right back.

"That so many people keep disappointing you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"That I get to live with two people who don't," Lucifer said, blinking at her.

[okteiviakom]

"That's two people in the world, Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's two more than I had previously," Lucifer pointed out. "I so rarely had any before."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes, that's the depressing part, niron."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shrugged, and reached for another piece of fruit. "I am choosing not to see it that way."

[okteiviakom]

"Those are my fellow humans, so I don't think I have that choice."

[my_own_advocate]

"Why not?" Lucifer asked, and snuck a bite, and swallowed it. "They don't reflect on you."

[okteiviakom]

"But it does," Octavia replied. "I'm one of them."

[my_own_advocate]

"... Darling, other humans don't disappoint me because they're humans," Lucifer said, still confused. "Most other humans just disappoint me by being the specific humans that they are."

[okteiviakom]

"Just 'cause you love me doesn't make me different."

Guess this had poked at some of what had been making her restless. Or something that had dragged closer to the surface again, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I love you because you are different," Lucifer said.

The confusion had now turned into a touch of a frown.

"Not from humanity as a whole, but from most of the other humans I've met."

[okteiviakom]

"When you say 'most', you know that's not far enough from 'everyone' to really count, right?" Octavia replied. Retorted, maybe. "You hear that too?"

She'd forgotten all about the fruit.

[my_own_advocate]

This had officially gotten strange.

"No, I don't," Lucifer said. "It is in fact, the most exact number of humans who have disappointed me. Many have. Some haven't."

[okteiviakom]

"'Most' and 'many' are two different things, too," Octavia couldn't help pointing out.

[my_own_advocate]

"Darling, what is your goal with this particular line of conversation?" Lucifer finally felt himself compelled to ask. "Because if you desire to get me to say otherwise, I have to remind you I have little interest in lying to you."

[okteiviakom]

"Am I supposed to have a goal?"

Kind of a weird way to ask whether you were supposed to know where all this was coming from, Tavi.

(She didn't, not really. But there was an agitated sort of exasperation to the expression on her face.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, you're the one currently arguing with me because you find my personal feelings 'depressing'," Lucifer pointed out, "And I have trouble determining why, if it isn't to try and get me to say something that I find untruthful but you find more palatable."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's brow knit together harder. "I don't think your feelings are depressing, I find the fact that so many people have disappointed you and apparently keep disappointing you depressing."

[my_own_advocate]

"Why does it matter?" Lucifer asked, just a touch of desperation in his voice. "I don't care about them, and I don't have to live with them."

[okteiviakom]

"But I did!"

Oh, oh no, that was loud. And almost -- explosive.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. That was certainly-- emotional.

Lucifer had no idea what it meant. Not even a little bit.

So he was left there, blinking at her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shot up from her chair, since it was the only way to recoil from the situation. Turned away and took two -- no, three steps, hands balling into fists at her sides.

Surely composure would return to her like this?

[my_own_advocate]

Or some kind of verbal explanation? Because Lucifer had learned over the years that if he wanted to make the people he actually cared about happy, he needed to-- try not to make everything about him. So he tried.

While at the same time, his every instinct was yelling at him to assume this was about him.

In other words, his mind had a bit of a short circuit situation.

"... Octavia?"

That was safe enough.