"It's not a death sentence, Bull, even if it feels like one. Try to embrace it? In a healthy way."

Dorian shifted in Bull's lap, sitting up to better look at him, catching deep-set blue eyes. They were kind eyes, no matter what the rest of Bull looked like. Thoughtful, watchful. There was no mirth in them tonight, and Dorian knew that was a shame.

"Can I get you anything?"