The deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday evening

[betterthanaplan]

Whelp, another Parents Weekend had gone by, and for once, Duke hadn't had any guests arrive, surprise- or no. And for all that talking to Octavia about the disappointment of that had been meant to help him push past that feeling -- that was how this was supposed to work, right? -- he still found himself staring moodily out at the water by Sunday evening, watching the light of the sunset scatter across the swells and waves.

It was beautiful. Even after all his talk today with Linda about emotions and how little control people actually had over them, he was kind of annoyed at himself that he wasn't more in the mood to appreciate that fact, right now.

[expecting one!]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke sighed. "Yeah, alright. Point."

[my_own_advocate]

And now Lucifer had to sigh, too.

He reached up to brush that lock of hair out of Duke's face. "I know you're trying," he said. "And Octavia's... Octavia."

[betterthanaplan]

"She didn't storm out," Duke said, one side of his mouth quirking up faintly. "So, you know, that's progress."

[my_own_advocate]

"That's practically a full-on win," Lucifer teased.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke let out a soft laugh.

"We're growing as people."

[my_own_advocate]

"We all are," Lucifer agreed.

He pressed a soft kiss against Duke's mouth.

"Somehow."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke hung onto him, leaning into the kiss, even as he acknowledged in the back of his head that, yeah. Alright.

Maybe there was a point to therapy after all.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled away after letting that get away from him for entirely too long.

"Come on, love," he said, smiling. "I believe I promised you a blow job."