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Oct. 21st, 2018 03:37 pmBull was starting to wonder if this time of year was somehow cursed. Last year it was nightmares that almost made him kill Dorian. Now? Now it was strange, waking nightmares. The joke was on Darrow: this shit was nothing new to him, and he resented it being brought back now. Still, it did unnerve him, and he kept thinking of Krem - Krem, who hinted at having gone through terrible things since coming to Darrow. Krem, whose bloody visage haunted him even when he was awake now.
He walked to Krem's shop, partly because it was easier than finding a ride that could fit him, and partly because he needed to move. Striding through the city gave him something somewhat mindless yet still important to focus on. Walking across all of Thedas had been damn solid therapy sometimes. It was the middle of the day, so he knew Krem would be in. It occurred to him when he was about a block away that he could have just called, but there were things that he couldn't check on over the phone: he couldn't see Krem's face, or the look in his eyes. Couldn't see his body language.
No, in person would always be better.
The little bell over the door announced him and Bull was strangely relieved to see Krem finishing up with a customer. He waited off to the side; it was impossible for him to be completely out of the way or unnoticed, but that was fine.
He walked to Krem's shop, partly because it was easier than finding a ride that could fit him, and partly because he needed to move. Striding through the city gave him something somewhat mindless yet still important to focus on. Walking across all of Thedas had been damn solid therapy sometimes. It was the middle of the day, so he knew Krem would be in. It occurred to him when he was about a block away that he could have just called, but there were things that he couldn't check on over the phone: he couldn't see Krem's face, or the look in his eyes. Couldn't see his body language.
No, in person would always be better.
The little bell over the door announced him and Bull was strangely relieved to see Krem finishing up with a customer. He waited off to the side; it was impossible for him to be completely out of the way or unnoticed, but that was fine.
