"No, I don't want to be alone. I have been alone for months."

Bull made a face after the confession, because even if he was being honest, he wouldn't have said it like that if he had a choice.

"I'm sure you'll get to contrition eventually, and I am a patient man." He picked up his coffee and finally drank some of it. He was hungry; he'd cook something soon. "Should I call out of work tonight? Blunt honesty can't be good for a bouncer."