[Somehow, those words feel like a stab to the gut. He looks away from Bull, not able to duck his head down to hide his face without the antlers getting in the way. Knowing Bull is his doesn't help the feeling that he doesn't deserve him.

He takes a breath, his shoulders shaking a bit. His vision is blurry.]

I'm sorry. [He says, finally. His voice cracks a bit.

Cyril isn't someone who cries, and he's not crying now, but he feels somehow very close to it. His body and his emotions feel so wound tight.]

I'm sorry I couldn't say that we were together. I don't want to ever use you that way again, Bull.

[He looks back up at Bull again. His heart feels like it's being twisted up with wire.]

I love you.