[Despite his trepidation, Cyril leans his face into the massive hand. He craves that kind of physical affection now more than ever.
The confirmation that Bull feels the same makes his breath catch in his throat. His heart feels like it's trying to flutter out of his chest.]
Bull...
[He starts to say something but cuts himself off. He feels like he could spend hours questioning how Bull could feel that way about him even after everything he had done to hurt him. It feels too good to be true and he desperately wants to turn off the part of his brain that says he doesn't deserve to be loved.]
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The confirmation that Bull feels the same makes his breath catch in his throat. His heart feels like it's trying to flutter out of his chest.]
Bull...
[He starts to say something but cuts himself off. He feels like he could spend hours questioning how Bull could feel that way about him even after everything he had done to hurt him. It feels too good to be true and he desperately wants to turn off the part of his brain that says he doesn't deserve to be loved.]