Dorian lowered his eyes, peering across at Bull through damp lashes. He certainly had been distrustful of Bull to begin with. And perhaps Bull hadn't deserved it; perhaps none of them had deserved his antagonism.

He'd been afraid. And he hadn't known what other armor he could possibly wear against it, than snide remarks.

"Bull," he said. "I'm sorry. I care about you very much. You're a good man. I want to be with you, as long as possible."