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Octavia pushed her fingers between Lucifer's, and then she was still again. This was... probably better than it would have been if she'd just joined them in the living room last night.

Although a part of her wondered if she could've kept Duke from waking up in a panic if she had.

(She knew there wasn't anything she could actually have done, she had enough of her own nightmares to know that. Still, sometimes she couldn't keep from hoping.)

She let her eyes close. Let her mind try and go empty, try and not think about anything except the warmth and the soft sounds of breathing reminding her she wasn't alone.

Breakfast could wait.