Dorian's chest felt filled to bursting with those little words. He wrapped his arm across Bull's chest, fingers playing at the short stubble just showing at the base of his skull. The skin still felt warm there. He could see the flush still on the long tips of Bull's ears. Dorian smiled at him, almost painfully broad, and filled with absolute fondness.

When he spoke again, the words were sweet, and bitter. But the later simply complexity to the former. Making it richer, making it kinder.

"Well, there you have it. Now we're both well and truly fucked."

He pulled in closer; he fumbled for the blankets.