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Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day.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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[betterthanaplan]

"What?" Duke blinked at him as he went to sit down. "Oh. No."

He'd need to explain sooner or later, he knew. But -- he'd rather nibble some toast first.

[my_own_advocate]

"Right," Lucifer said slowly. "No coffee, either?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Water's fine for now. Thanks, though."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, everything else will be here for you if you get peckish," Lucifer said, glancing back towards the stove. "You do need to eat something."

[betterthanaplan]

"I know." Duke lifted a piece of toast. "I'm on it."

He took a nice big bite even. Which . . . he might be chewing for a little while.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed.

He wandered back to turn the stove off for a moment.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke chewed, watching him move.

Wished he was doing better at pretending to be normal, for Lucifer's sake.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer honestly preferred whatever Duke was doing over what was going on with Octavia. At least Duke didn't make him feel as if he was a leper.

He grabbed a glass of juice from the counter and walked back to him. "Mind if I join you?"

[betterthanaplan]

Octavia was not great at expressing herself in ways that her prone-to-self-blame partners interpreted correctly.

"Nah." He offered Lucifer a small smile. "I'll, uh. Try not to drip on your suit."

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't worry. I didn't put on one of the genuinely nice ones today," Lucifer said. (As if Duke would be able to tell the difference.) "Figure the club is a wash for now."

He slid into the seat.

[betterthanaplan]

"You don't feel like you need to escape us yet?" Duke teased softly.

He was glad of it, anyway. He would have followed Lucifer in, and then felt extremely awkward not drinking or talking much.

[my_own_advocate]

"Rather the opposite," Lucifer said, looking up at him. "I was half-inclined to drag Octavia back from the Nest myself."

[betterthanaplan]

"I . . . suspect she's done drinking for a bit."

He really hoped she was.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hope so," Lucifer said. "She's miserable enough as it is."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah." Duke heaved a sigh and took another bite of toast. "This weekend was fucked. I don't know how to help her."

He didn't even know how to help himself.

[my_own_advocate]

"Did anything happen to her?" Lucifer asked. "Or was it just the bearing witness to everything that was happening to you bit?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke shrugged. “Witnessing, I guess. She took it personally.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Obviously. I wasn't even there and I take it personally," said Lucifer, just in case Duke hadn't noticed.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded. No need to rehash the argument now.

“We got separated for a bit. Not — not really sure how. We were down in this cavern, getting rid of William. . . . Then Dwight and I were in a beach. I don’t know, maybe something happened then she didn’t mention.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed.

"Have I mentioned recently that I hate Haven, and the entire state of Maine by association?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Be nice if it was wiped off the map, huh," Duke said.

Honey, if only you knew.

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes I unironically feel that way, yes."

[betterthanaplan]

"Well." Duke tilted his head against Lucifer's. "Thank you for your restraint, then."

Every now and then they had to acknowledge that Lucifer absolutely had the power to do just that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed.

"I take violence against you very personally," he murmured.

Duke knew that, but it felt worth repeating.

[betterthanaplan]

"I know," Duke assured him. (He wasn't going to argue the semantics of 'violence', though part of him wanted to.) "And I love you. For that and everything else."