Duke would have to thank Lucifer later for saying that last bit, because he had to physically swallow down on that knee jerk reaction, yeah.

How the hell was it possible to feel like he was locked up behind a giant wall and still feel so exposed?

He closed his eyes tight against the urge to just. Jump into the water right then and there. (How nice would it be, though, to hang, neutrally buoyant under the water, silent and still, and rest. . . .)

When he spoke again, it was likely barely loud enough for either of them to hear.

"I don't know how."