"I still like to think I could have lived her life," Lucifer said.

He didn't lie, after all.

"But I know I'm happy living yours," he said. He wasn't looking at Duke, but he smiled gently to himself. "Watching you potter around the ship, always trying to make home just a bit better, insisting on finding ways to live with all the pests that made your boat their home, too. Singing songs and making dinner with you and letting you drag me out oystering and you getting that absolutely bonkers look on your face like it's the best thing you've ever done, right before you slurp down a raw one."

Sorry, Duke. He loved you a lot.