"Don't think I would have, before," Duke noted absently. He tipped his head to give Lucifer more room to move. "It's . . . I wasn't as able to . . . let go, I think."

Exploding had scared the shit out of him. Lucifer and him imploding right after had scared him even more. What started as letting go to please Lucifer was turning into understanding why letting go pleased him.

And, well. Maybe . . . he was actually getting better.