Dorian reaches for him as Bull leans down, fingers lacing together behind his neck. They're alone on the beach, so far as he can tell, so he doesn't hesitate to lean up and seek a short, affirming kiss.

"I need the same, you know." He looks up into Bull's eye, concern and hurt suffusing his expression. Apparently they are going to discuss this now. "Do you think that you're keeping me safe by not telling me what's being asked of you? You're only making me worry." His voice is quiet, but intense with with the wealth of emotion building in his chest, making it tight. "I thought we'd agreed to talk about these things."