fandomtownies | The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

It'd been an honest slip-up.

Distracting himself at Fandom had been unusually easy this past week and a half. Every time he started feeling restless, he'd just drop in at the Nest, or go bother Duke. So far, it had worked perfectly fine.

Until about half an hour ago. He'd gotten too far into his head, and he'd dialed the number, and, well--

"Lucifer, I appreciate you checking in on me, I really do, but... it's a little early, okay? I'm not-- I'll call you when I feel ready to talk about this again. I'm sorry. I know you don't like it, but I don't... I don't need this right now."

--it had been a short phone call.

The logical reaction would have been to go see if Duke was still doing yoga on the beach, but somehow Lucifer's subconscious intervened, and he found himself walking to the park instead. Hands in his pockets, feeling an emptiness he was trying desperately to pave over.

Glaring at the flamingoes.

"Bloody east coast wildlife," he muttered, as he walked inexorably closer to the flamingoes. They seemed more spooked than usual, too.

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