My unicorn got run over by a tractor

So. Duke had an appointment today. A very important appointment.

He was going to show a twelve year old his boat.

He'd spent a good chunk of last night scouring the Rouge for anything that could get Trixie in trouble -- or himself, for that matter, considering her mom was a cop, and after a walk on the beach and a chance to meet Danny's daughter, he'd come home to make the deck as cheerful and presentable as possible. He cleared off his laundry and strung up some flags instead (they spelled "welcome", not that he expected anyone else to know that), and made sure he had some kid-friendly snacks to offer once Trixie and Chloe arrived.

He was feeling kind of absurdly protective of them, in a way he refused to examine too closely. They were Lucifer's people. Lucifer wasn't around to make sure they were okay, and Chloe, at least, was clearly not okay. So Duke was just going to step in as pinch hitter and do what he could to . . . well, not make it better. But at least give her something else to think about for awhile.

(And if he could get a kid excited about sailing while he was at it, well. That was just a bonus.)

[expecting those mentioned in the post, but also open!]

Duke was feeling extremely good this morning as he kicked back on the deck of his boat, in board shorts and an undershirt, enjoying the sea breeze with his cup of coffee. Yesterday had been so much better than he'd thought. Nathan was here. Nathan was here. Nathan was, in fact, on Duke's boat at this very moment, and not up in Haven being a stuffy cop and drinking his father's kool-aid.

Nathan was with Duke in a town where two men could make out at a group event and all the local gossips on the radio did was coo over it being cute.

He wondered how hard it would be to convince Nathan to just never go back to Haven at all.

[open deck, open post!]