"Only a little," Bull said when Dorian reappeared. His expression got softer as he watched Dorian strip to the waist. He certainly wouldn't complain about the view.
He eased onto the edge of the bed to work off his boots and his brace so Dorian could do his work without all that being in the way. Besides, he needed to rest his leg.
"If there's not one in the back, there's plenty in the kitchen. How're you feeling, Krem?"
As he asked, Bull leaned over to peek into the bag Dorian had brought down. Smelled like the satchel Stitches always had on him.
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Date: 2017-06-18 06:01 am (UTC)He eased onto the edge of the bed to work off his boots and his brace so Dorian could do his work without all that being in the way. Besides, he needed to rest his leg.
"If there's not one in the back, there's plenty in the kitchen. How're you feeling, Krem?"
As he asked, Bull leaned over to peek into the bag Dorian had brought down. Smelled like the satchel Stitches always had on him.