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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

Lucifer was still mulling over a bit of his conversation with Linda from earlier that day when he finally made it down to the club. As such, he didn't immediately climb behind the piano, though he was planning to knock out some symphonic metal later on.

It felt like a symphonic metal sort of night.

Instead he wandered towards Tiny and started peppering him with questions about his love life.

... it made sense in his head, all right?

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"I think I told you at the start I didn't have an actual book yet," Octavia said, shrugging and sipping her drink. "I'm going to have to go to a book store."

"Yes, but then you mentioned you already had one picked out," Lucifer pointed out. Not that it mattered. He sipped his drink. "Think you'll find what you're looking for?"

Octavia gave him a very muted dry look. "Okay, so maybe I should've said I know what kind of book I want to take," she drawled.

Myth was hard to talk about clearly, okay. Since it was really a subject rather than a specific work.

"They're likely to offer the Iliad and the Odyssey, at least," Lucifer mused.

"Obviously," Octavia replied, still with something of a dry tone. "But I don't think that's what I'm looking for."

"Something a bit more divine?"

Maybe.

But she wasn't inclined to say so right now.

"I'll know it when I see it."

"All right," Lucifer said lightly. "Feel free to poke through my library as well, if you can't find it at the store."

"Okay, thanks," Octavia said, and drank what was left in her glass.

Sorry about the mood, Lucifer.

Sigh. Once again, he had no idea where it came from, either. "Do you want another one?" he asked.

"No."

Well, at least that was more on the mild side again?

"Think I might just head back to the boat."

Lucifer was aware he was a broken record at this point, but... "Are you all right?"

There was a long pause, during which Octavia kept her eyes away from him as she realized she was doing it again.

Being difficult with no good reason.

"I'm just tired," she murmured.

Lucifer nodded slowly.

He reached out for her hand. "Would you let me walk you home, at least?" he asked.

"To the boat, you mean."

That just... slipped out. She didn't have a home.

She didn't pull her hand away either, though.

"Sure."

"To the boat," Lucifer agreed easily.

He looked at Tiny. "We'll be closing early tonight either way," he said. "Man the ship while I'm gone, will you?"

Tiny grunted.

Octavia gave Tiny a small nod. Thanks? Sorry?

Something.

Lucifer set his glass down and tugged her gently towards the door. "You're also welcome at mine, if you'd rather," he said. "I think Duke is still trying to become one with the hot tub."

Octavia followed easily enough, sort of on autopilot. "Oh," she said. It was a small noise.

She thought about it. The hot tub, the comfort of Lucifer's bed. Duke, smiling.

Then she thought about how poorly this mood would mix with being around both of them, right now.

She muttered, "Think I'd just rather be by myself."

"All right."

He tossed her a small smile, and opened the door to the outside.

And as soon as she stepped outside, Octavia drew in a big, slow breath.

There was just nothing like outdoors air. Especially when something in her felt agitated.