The answer Bull wanted to give, the one he meant to, was not what came out.
"I'm tired. I feel like I haven't slept well in months, and my chest is sore from an injury that shouldn't be there."
Bull frowned; he hadn't talked about the scars on his chest since Dorian first saw them. He hadn't intended to say anything about them, or his sleeplessness. Maybe he was more tired than he thought he was. He sipped his coffee slowly.
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Date: 2018-05-29 02:53 am (UTC)"I'm tired. I feel like I haven't slept well in months, and my chest is sore from an injury that shouldn't be there."
Bull frowned; he hadn't talked about the scars on his chest since Dorian first saw them. He hadn't intended to say anything about them, or his sleeplessness. Maybe he was more tired than he thought he was. He sipped his coffee slowly.