The Cape Rouge, Friday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't been sleeping well. Night after night, she kept waking up every hour and a half or so, just to make sure she could still hear two other people breathing in bed with her. If they were quiet, she would hold her own breath until she was sure she could hear them, or she felt them move, or something.

It wasn't making for very restful nights, but she'd survive. She always did.

Granted, on Friday morning, that survival involved giving up on trying to stay asleep, slipping quietly out of bed and making her way into the galley. She got the coffee going, because she might as well. If actual rest wasn't going to give her energy, then maybe caffeine would at least keep her going.

She'd also made sure to leave the bedroom door open more than enough that if anyone else was awake, or woke up, they would either be able to hear her puttering away, or at the very least be able to smell the coffee sooner rather than later.

She hadn't vanished. She wasn't going to let anyone think she had, either.

(It felt like the least she could do.)

[ooc: For the two.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a sip of his coffee. "Hopefully with time," he said. "You do need your rest."

[okteiviakom]

"I know."

That she went to pick up her coffee mug again as she said that was a complete coincidence.

"I'll get there. Eventually."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a little breath.

Then: "How's your trouble?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia... paused.

Tilted her head just a fraction.

"I haven't thought about it," she admitted.

[my_own_advocate]

"Duke thinks it might be gone," Lucifer said carefully. "It wouldn't hurt to test it."

[okteiviakom]

"You're probably right," Octavia replied, but it was on the slow side. Like she was still thinking it over as she said that, and the thinking had more of her focus.

[my_own_advocate]

"If you'd like, of course," Lucifer added swiftly.

[okteiviakom]

It drew Octavia out of her haze of introspection, at least.

"What's that mean?" she asked. It didn't sound like an accusation, for what it was worth: just a genuine bit of slightly odd confusion.

[my_own_advocate]

"... you seemed thoughtful," Lucifer said. "I didn't want to, ah, shove the idea on you."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh," Octavia said. Her hand came up, to tuck her hair behind her ear - then fell again, because it was the one she was trying not to use. "Well, I'm not feeling... shoved, so. You're fine."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded. "... Are you all right?"

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know," Octavia said.

It was one of the most honest things she'd said all week, probably. And followed up with a sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

A nod. "Fair enough," Lucifer allowed. "At least there is time to find out. I suppose."

[okteiviakom]

"If I'm all right or not?"

It was a very weak attempt at a joke.

She was just going to pick up her coffee again, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"... Yes, I suppose."

Lucifer took another sip of his coffee. "We could go for a walk, in a bit?"

[okteiviakom]

"If you want?" Octavia offered, with a shrug in her tone but not really in her shoulders.

She took a long sip.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth opened to ask her if she wanted it, but he realized that way laid madness. "I would enjoy it," he said instead.

[okteiviakom]

This time, the shrug was actually physical. "Then sure," Octavia said. "Fresh air, could be good."

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said, nodding.

He turned his attention to his coffee for a moment.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took it as an opportunity to quietly watch him, over her own coffee mug.

She'd been stealing these moments here and there, over the past week. As if there was something... different, that she might spot.

[my_own_advocate]

If Lucifer was-- entirely honest, it made him a touch nervous. As if he should have a different... something.

He still hadn't heard from Amenadiel.

"Mhm," he hummed, reaching for the whiskey. Not because he needed his coffee spiked, but because it was better than lingering on why she was... lingering.

[okteiviakom]

At least Octavia wasn't staring?

And after taking her moment, she put her coffee down and went to finish her bits of fruit. You no longer had a spotlight on you, Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

Something in Lucifer's shoulders relaxed.

He drank his spiked coffee in silence. And-- "Perhaps we can pick up ice cream on the way."

He had a craving.

[okteiviakom]

"Sure, if you'd like," Octavia replied, mild but soft enough - and popped her last bit of mango into her mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

The urge to say '... if you'd like' again was strong. But Lucifer repressed it. He nodded. "Onwards, then?"