Bull lightly swatted Dorian's ass when he passed by. The kitten picked a spot in the bed, still warm with Dorian's body heat, and curled up.

He shuffled out into the kitchen to prepare something for them both - a salad, and he added some left over chicken for the sake of having protein. By the time the water in the bathroom shut off, Bull had bowls of salad set on the low table in the living room, along with a few dressing options and two glasses of tea. He thought sitting on the couch might be nicer than sitting on the table... and it gave him the chance to put his leg up on the ottoman he kept nearby for just that purpose. He probably shouldn't have run on it without his brace.

"Thought this might be a little more comfortable than the kitchen table."