"Don't be," Dorian sighs, and lets himself rest more fully against Bull, curling into his form. Their brows touch, and with a slight tilt of his chin, Dorian's lips press to Bull's for a brief, absolving kiss. "It isn't your fault."

He knows well that Bull wants to spend time together as much as he does. This is painful and frustrating for both of them. His hands rest against Bull's broad chest, feeling it rise and fall, the warmth of his skin. Maker, he misses this--just this.

"I miss you," he admits aloud, still somewhat surprised by how easy he finds it. It's been a long time since he's worried about not being missed in return.