Of course I'm fussing, Dorian had said when Bull had brought it up. I put so many nice things in your place. As if someone would have wanted to lift throw pillows.

The streets were still busy this early at night, people rushing home from work and then out again for drinks with friends, or a movie. Dorian knew where to go to find the best street food, and headed them in that direction. He held Bull's hands. Dorian wasn't a hand-holder, as a rule, but tonight was different. Bull needed a solid touch. Any little bit of home to keep him grounded.

"I have to go to an educational seminar for work next week. They told me, 'be yourself, say something nice.' Well, I can't do both, can I?"