The Cape Rouge, Tuesday afternoon

Duke was having one of those days. The ones where he was still in bed well after his partners had gotten up to start their days. The ones where he would quite possibly still be there when they came back to bed in the evening.

Some days he'd push himself, even when he was in this mood, and manage to crawl out of bed at least long enough to rub his brush over his teeth in the bathroom and shove a spoonful of peanut butter into him, without either Lucifer or Octavia having to push him through it.

He wasn't sure yet if this would be that sort of this sort of day, yet.

The singing, though. That part was new.

( Cut for lyrics about depression )

He slumped at the end of the bed, staring at the door to the rest of the boat.

"Come back here."

[for anyone with a reason to show up, sure!]