Doubt is the path one walks to reach faith

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The Bull found himself standing outside of Krem's apartment building, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. He wore one, along with other layers, mostly because it was expected, and Dorian at least had refused to be seen in public with him if he didn't dress fully. That was fine; it was cold anyway, and even if he had been able to endure it during winters in Orlais and Ferelden, having a coat was nice.

He stood there for a long time, debating going in or going home. He didn't even know if Krem was home, hadn't thought to call ahead or text him. It could be that he was with one of his lovers. Well, if that was the case, he'd just leave. He headed inside, glad Krem wasn't up several flights of stairs. When he got to the familiar door he knocked, then stepped back. His frame filled most doorways, he found people didn't appreciate that when they opened the door.

When the door did open, he looked up. "Can we talk?"

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[krempuff]

Krem was still a bit asleep. It was late enough in the dark that he shouldn't have been sleeping in, but things had been muzzy and gray lately, and he'd taken rest where it would come, and how.

Bull filled his doorway, but Krem didn't mind. He was used to that. He stepped back to let Bull into the apartment.

"Did something happen?"