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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Octavia did not realize why she was looking up how to make a banana daiquiri before she finally caught Tiny humming under his breath. "Oh, not you too," she told him, rolling her eyes. "Hear enough of that at home."

Didn't stop her from actually continuing with what she was doing, though. Or from eventually updating the specials board:

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL
banana daiquiris half price

(The tiny wolf doodle in a corner of the board that appeared later in the evening was not her work.)

Maybe repeatedly putting bananas in a blender would somehow take her mind off everything she'd avoided talking about at therapy yesterday, and what she would most likely keep avoiding in Friday's session as well. Never mind the other doctor's appointment she had re-re-re-scheduled for afterwards, too.

Yeah, that would definitely work.

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Lucifer let out a soft breath. "Then you have to figure out a different way to take control of that part of yourself," he murmured. "To feel like you are."

"I know," Octavia murmured. "Just don't know how."

Which was maybe clear from her little sigh. But also, literally everything else.

"Well, you're talking about it and finding words for it," Lucifer murmured. "Step one."

"It doesn't feel like much."

"Perhaps you should lower the bar for what counts as success, then," Lucifer murmured. "Because it seems like a lot from here."

Octavia said nothing to that.

Because he was probably right, but she couldn't see it. Not when it came to how all this felt, and oh look, she was finding more ways to lean heavily against him.

"And perhaps you should just take this one step at a time. We'll be here," Lucifer said. His hand slid up to cradle the back of her head against his chest. "Start with shirtlessness and move from there," he added.

A faint hint of a joke.

Octavia, despite an attempt, couldn't really muster up the snort that she felt like that would have called for. It was just an exhale.

"Even that sounds... too big."

From her perspective right in this moment, anyway. Her judgement wasn't the best, so close to a narrowly avoided near-meltdown.

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"Socks?" Lucifer tried. He shook his head. "It doesn't have to be that practical to start with, either way."

"I know."

In a way that was good enough, anyway. Her thoughts were muddled.

Though one seemed to be taking shape.

"Something to take some time to think about," Lucifer murmured.

Octavia made a vague noise of agreement.

Nuzzled faintly at his chest as she thought something over.

"Right," Lucifer said, and shut up, and held her.

Silence persisted for a while.

Until Octavia finally managed to put a question together. Quietly. "Would you still want to do date night?"

"In whatever form we're both comfortable with, yes," Lucifer said, sounding surprised. "Always."

Octavia tried to ignore the surprised tone.

"Then we should do that," she murmured, instead.

"All right," Lucifer said. It had been surprise at the question, at that that would be at the top of her mind. "You set the pace when we do."

It was logical to Octavia. Though she probably wouldn't have brought it up if they hadn't had their little beach date in the Bahamas. They already had a predecent for very low expectations as to how physical they would get with each other.

Although: "Don't I always?"

Joke? Not really.

"It bears reaffirming," Lucifer said softly. "Considering the circumstances."

She shouldn't say 'I know' again, should she?

"Mm." Better. And then a pause. "Thank you."

"I love you." He swayed with her, a little bit, needing the-- motion. "And I love spending those Sundays with you."

The movement finally jolted Octavia into sliding her own arms around him again, too. Made her a little more of an active participant in this embrace.

"Me too."

"No matter what," Lucifer said quietly. "No matter what."

Octavia's arms settled tightly around his waist.

She focused on the echo of his voice in her head, and the gentle sway.

Lucifer fell silent, cradling her close. Moving, just a bit more, to an inaudible beat.

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