Octavia wasn't alone in trying to find ways to spend her time. Duke had been going out most days to do just that, wandering to different parts of the city and just. Seeing what he could see.
Back in Hell, when they were waiting for Lucifer to do whatever he had run off to do (resurrect Duke, as it turned out), Duke and Dan had talked a bit about how Dan had learned to process everything he'd been through, from dealing with his forays into corruption to dealing with divorcing Chloe. He'd made some really interesting points.
Duke was not going to do improv, though.
Instead . . . well. He had a bag in hand with the word "Blick" pasted across it, which he set down on the end of the couch before noticing Octavia on the floor. It was quite full, and clacked faintly as the items in it settled.
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Back in Hell, when they were waiting for Lucifer to do whatever he had run off to do (resurrect Duke, as it turned out), Duke and Dan had talked a bit about how Dan had learned to process everything he'd been through, from dealing with his forays into corruption to dealing with divorcing Chloe. He'd made some really interesting points.
Duke was not going to do improv, though.
Instead . . . well. He had a bag in hand with the word "Blick" pasted across it, which he set down on the end of the couch before noticing Octavia on the floor. It was quite full, and clacked faintly as the items in it settled.
"Good book?"