The Cape Rouge, Tuesday... Noon?

[okteiviakom]

Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day. On Sunday, she and Duke had landed back in Fandom, and she'd failed to sleep much during the night, leading to her then passing out for most of the day, instead. And then she'd gone out to the Nest, gotten drunk, come back to the boat, and failed to fall asleep properly again until it had already been close to Tuesday morning.

And now that she had finally woken up again, she had no concept of what time it was, anymore.

But she knew her head hurt, and she felt nauseous and a little jittery. All of which felt like... oddly grounding things, after the past couple of days. Maybe it was the way her body finally felt fully as awful as the rest of her already had.

Anyway, she was keeping a close proximity to walls as she made her way out of the bedroom, finally, and towards the galley. Just in case she needed the support.

[ooc: Open!]

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[okteiviakom]

"Sure."

Octavia didn't really have much in the way of opinions right now, so that... sounded as good as anything.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded, and scurried back to the stove.

He returned with... rather more than just two neat sunny-side up eggs. Mushrooms, too, fried tempeh, tomatoes and toast with butter.

"Here you are," he said, setting it down in front of her. "And your fork and knife..."

[okteiviakom]

"Mochof," Octavia murmured, and drank another gulp of water before carefully setting the glass down on the table.

The voice telling her this was all too good for her was thankfully a muted one, right now.

[my_own_advocate]

Another moment's pause. Then Lucifer bustled back, but not for long.

He sank down in the seat next to Octavia with a plate of eggs and toast.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had gotten as far as picking up a piece of toast. But now she... paused?

It wasn't quite freezing, just... Well, she stilled.

[my_own_advocate]

Another tendril of hurt coursed through him. Lucifer tried to ignore it. "... I'm sorry. I can leave."

What had happened that made her hate being near him this much?

[okteiviakom]

Some sort of instinct took over.

Octavia shoved her arm underneath his, linking them. No, he couldn't leave. He shouldn't leave.

She could steal a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had already started to move, but now he-- stopped. Did he feel relief? He honestly wasn't sure.

But he sat down and stayed with it.

[okteiviakom]

"Please don't go," Octavia said. Quietly.

A little weak.

[my_own_advocate]

"If that is what you would like," Lucifer said.

A little helpless.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's fingers curled slowly around his wrist.

"Don't go."

[my_own_advocate]

Simpler, this time.

"I won't," Lucifer said.

Leaned towards her, just a touch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned to meet him.

It still felt faintly like a crime, but everything else was louder. She could get away with it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll be here as long as you want me to be, in fact," Lucifer murmured. "I'm not going to work tonight."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had to take a moment to put that together in her head.

"Right, it's Tuesday."

She hadn't seen her phone yet. There were going to be a couple of missed calls from Dr. Baker's office.

"Okay."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, eyes still on her. "Tuesday. But there's no rush to do anything."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm already late to my Tuesday, anyway," Octavia muttered, trying to rest her head against his shoulder.

She'd get to the eating in a moment.

"I think."

[my_own_advocate]

"Seems like a poor week to have a genuine Tuesday in," Lucifer said.

After a moment, he moved his head just so, so she would have her space to rest against.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a very small hum of agreement, and leaned a little further against him.

With every part.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid his arm out of hers and wrapped it around her shoulders instead.

[okteiviakom]

There was just a little bit of alarm in Octavia's posture for a second, but then she got what he was actually doing.

And settled into it even heavier.

Hopefully this was doing something to dispel the idea she hated him.

[my_own_advocate]

There was finally a sense of relief in Lucifer's body. A... relaxing.

"Are we all right now?" he asked softly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took a slow, deep breath.

And let it out.

And whispered, "No." And then, "But it's not because of you. It was never because of you."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked down at her plate. "Then why?"

[okteiviakom]

Somehow, Octavia's voice managed to go even smaller.

"Because of what I didn't do."