Bull laughed quietly. "Rest. I'll wake you and make you dinner." He adjusted his position to make sure they would both be comfortable.

Listening to Dorian fall asleep lulled him; Bull drifted in and out himself for a while, never quite falling under all the way. It was a little over an hour before he stirred again. Bull eased out of bed, making sure the blankets stayed over Dorian. He pulled on a pair of soft pants; his left leg ached, but he could handle it. He leaned on the bed and gently nudged Dorian awake.

"What do you want for dinner?" he murmured, voice warm and a bit heavy from dozing.