"We can refuse to leave and sleep on the sofa while you work on yourself, so to speak," Lucifer said, with an idle shrug. "That's been rather the unspoken deal between us from the start, hasn't it? We can't fix each other, but we can pick each other up from the floor and hold each other up until we're ready to get on with the fixing ourselves."

A beat.

"Frankly, it seems fairly shitty to let you do it for us and then leave you in a pile of sad--" he waved at Duke, "--plaid and denim and netting on the side of the road when it's you."