And Lucifer had spent his childhood at the mercy of a Father who threw around the word 'love' like it meant something, insisted he was acting for his children's own good, and yet never actually supplied what they needed.
After over a year-- years-- of sometimes shouting, sometimes asking, sometimes begging Duke to stop being so rash with his life, to talk to Lucifer about pains they had in common, of Duke offering 'I love you's and 'what do you need's when all Lucifer wanted was for the future to stop feeling like it was crumbling under his feet, to feel like he genuinely mattered enough to--
...
He wasn't thinking about that right now. He just scooped Duke up and got to his feet, walking Duke into the bedroom.
Couldn't stand to see Duke so broken, so he had to do something.
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After over a year-- years-- of sometimes shouting, sometimes asking, sometimes begging Duke to stop being so rash with his life, to talk to Lucifer about pains they had in common, of Duke offering 'I love you's and 'what do you need's when all Lucifer wanted was for the future to stop feeling like it was crumbling under his feet, to feel like he genuinely mattered enough to--
...
He wasn't thinking about that right now. He just scooped Duke up and got to his feet, walking Duke into the bedroom.
Couldn't stand to see Duke so broken, so he had to do something.