Which only made Duke shit down more. He knew he shouldn’t, that Lucifer had a point, but the wall felt like the battlements of a fortress, suddenly, and he was barricaded inside.

(Though, hey. At least they weren’t being too nice?)

“It’s been a while,” he said honestly. “But, you know, it’s also been a hot minute since a teenager wore me around like a cheap suit, so.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking again, planning to brush past Lucifer if he had to.