Lucifer's fingers eventually slid up, skimming along her cheekbone. Pushing into her hair, brushing it very gently behind her ear. He should say something, shouldn't he? At least-- tell her what had happened with Duke.

Why it was so frustrating.

Why it hurt. Why once again he felt this desperate fear for an empty future that could be right around the corner.

"Octavia," was as far as he got. And, "Thank you."