Lucifer wasn't sure there was much he could do for Octavia right now. But he'd had a plan, to pick Duke up and put him to sleep, and then see what he little he could do until she came out of this by herself, and then crawl into a corner to wallow in feeling unloved (unlovable) for a while longer.

But Duke had to go and ruin it by speaking.

"I won't," he said, gruff and to the point. He set Duke down on the bed.

He didn't leave to go check on Octavia and do his wallowing, though. He climbed on it, slinging his arm around Duke's waist the moment he could.