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Bull sat on the floor - he wasn't quite sure he trusted the structural integrity of the couch - and before long a cat had appeared to investigate. He hadn't seen it earlier. He was tired, and he supposed he could go downstairs to his apartment - Dorian had shown him exactly which door was his. But he also wasn't sure about being alone yet, either. Too much happening in his head, too much concern, too many questions in his head that he didn't want to think about right now.

He pet the cat, gentle for something his size. He was surprised that it didn't seem perturbed by his sudden presence, or his size.

The Bull wondered if Dorian would mind if he fell asleep on his floor.