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[Cyril chuckles, because somehow being in a room with a big bed with Bull is comforting, even with all of the mess attached to their history.]

I'm sure. You do need to make sure it's sturdy. Imagine if it fell apart mid... uh... nap.[He says it with a soft smile and a bit of a playful tone, but it's still more muted than he would have used back home.]

Knew you'd understand.

[Bull can't help but chuckle a little too, patting the spot next to him on the bed. Once Cyril is next to him, he lifts his glass.]

To being reunited with friends, even if the circumstances are shit.

To friends. [Cyril replies and returns the toast.

His voice is still a little hollow.

After a drink, he leans against Bull and sighs.]

[Wrapping his arm around him, he tugs him close to hold him there. Quiet falls over them while they drink but he doesn't mind that. Sometimes the silence is nice too.

Especially when it means he can help someone important to him feel like they have him there with them.]

[Cyril drinks a lot. Probably more than he should. It ends with him passed out against Bull.

Once he's out, he stays out until morning, though he sleeps much more soundly when Bull is near.]

[Bull stays where he is despite having woken up first. He's fine just sitting here with Cyril sleeping against him. It looks like the guy needs the rest after the crap he's been through.

Doesn't stop him from being aware of when Fenris passes by the open door to his room. He gives him a smile and nods at him. Right before waving for him to come over so he can get his collar off.]

[ That was... interesting.

The company that Bull had mentioned was still here, that was not necessarily unusual but Bull was motioning to him as if he wanted to continue their tradition as if the stranger was not there.

Fenris, however, considered the act of removing his collar a bit too intimate for that, so when he approached he shook his head the moment Bull raised a hand. 'Not yet,' his green eyes said without speaking, then the gaze settled on the one sleeping against him.

Should he speak? He was not sure if he should wake him up. Even so, he leaned in to press a gentle kiss at the corner of Bull's lips in greeting. Something just for him before he whispered by his ear. ]

A Dalish?

[When Fenris enters Cyril starts to wake up, as the presence of someone else is usually enough to spring him to action. However, Bull is still there and lulls his mind into a sense of safety. Rather than waking fully he lingers in a space between sleep and consciousness.]

[Bull gives him a kiss back but lowers his hand. He understands without Fenris needing to say anything. Looking to Cyril, he sees he's asleep but only partially. That's alright.]

Yeah. And the Inquisitor in my time.

Oh.

[ He had heard enough stories to know this was someone very important Bull-- the world, even. ]

I would like to meet him, when he wakes.

[Cyril stirs a bit then, groaning softly as his mind wakes. He's still a little affected by the wine so he mumbles softly before he can fully open his eyes.]

Looks like he's waking up now.

[Bull looks over to the Elf at his side and fixes his hair a bit.]

Hey, boss.

[ Bas?

Fenris look surprised as he gazed at Bull questioningly. That did not seem right, he had always spoken about the Inquisitor with admiration. But he did not say anything out loud, he did not want to cause any conflict or confusion.

His look then turned to Cyril. ]

Hello, I am Fenris. Would you like to meet me when you are more awake?

[Cyril blinks a couple of times and then appears to be pretty awake. He pushes himself up using his only hand. He forgot, though, that he injured it and winces a bit from the pain before he finally is sitting up. He considers Fenris more clearly.]

No. I'm awake. And I'm happy to meet you Fenris. I've heard a lot about you.

[He offers Fenris a smile.]

[He knows Cyril is going to hate when he remembers that his hair is a mess, he's still in yesterday's clothes, and hasn't fixed his makeup. But he's not going to mention it to allow him some peace of mind.]

Fenris, this is Cyril, the former leader of the Inquisition. My boss.

[ My bas? Wait, this must mean something else entirely. He must not be using the Qun meaning. Strange, he it was so similar that he would think he would avoid that word entirely. It was something that Fenris would be certain to ask about later, it was very curious.

He offered a very slight smile at Cyril, barely there but present. He looked as though he was someone who was not used to smiling at all. ]

Hello Cyril, I have heard much about you as well. It is a pleasure. I am afraid I come at a time long before the Inquisition took place, so all I know is what Bull and Cullen have told me. Bull speaks of you with great respect.

[And Cullen probably speaks of his Inquisitor pretty highly too, Cyril thinks it, but he doesn't say it. He already spent enough time whining about that with Bull and he doesn't want to drag Fenris into that sinkhole of depression too.

Bull probably sees something in how his shoulders sink at the mention of Cullen though. Cyril's made his peace with the fact that Bull reads him better than anyone.]

Oh, that means he probably left out the time a dragonling knocked me flat on my ass and almost singed off my eyebrows.

[Thinking about how ridiculous he would look without eyebrows, however, does make him realize his current looks are probably awful. His hair is a mess and his makeup is a day old. He moves his fingers through his hair.]

If you excuse me, perhaps I can spend some time in the bathroom and you two can talk about your night.

[He looks at Bull questioningly, wondering where the nearest bathroom is he can use.]

Down the hall. Easy to see it. It's the room with the big ass tub in it.

[Bull pointedly ruffles Cyril's hair more to mess it up before getting up.]

Come on, Fenris. Let's go see about getting food for the three of us.

[He wraps pats Fenris' shoulder and gives both of them a smile before heading out. Cyril looks good no matter what but sometimes you just have to let a guy make himself pretty to feel good. Nothing wrong with that.

In the kitchen, he chuckles a bit.]

You thought I was calling him a thing didn't you.

That was one of the first stories he told me.

[ Fenris said with a wry smirk, and it was unclear as to whether that was true or not but it was his way of joking if nothing else. He then gave Cyril a nod before they went their separate ways, and once he was in the kitchen Bull brought up the subject that was at the tip of his tongue.

He nodded, pleased that Bull could read his reactions so well. ]

I did. It did not make sense, given the context, but the similarity to the word did catch me by surprise.

[He starts getting some food out. He's no master chef but he can pull off the very basics. Grill some meat, cut bread... Things like that.]

Yeah. Bas and Boss sound really similar. It would be easy to slip past someone not familiar with the language or not paying attention. But I like him. So it's the common tongue one.

[He cuts up some bread for them all to eat.]

He's a good guy. Just going through a rough patch.

[ Bull's skills in the kitchen were better than Fenris', but at the very least he knew how to move the hanging pots out of the way so Bull's horns didn't smack into them by accident. ]

You are not telling me the whole story.

[ He said plainly, but did not ask for a full explanation. Bull would give him one if he wanted to, but Fenris wanted to let him know that he was onto the fact that there had to be more layers to that. Bull was a layers kind of guy, even when he tried to appear honest and straightforward. ]

A rough patch? What is wrong?

[Bull chuckles but doesn't deny the fact. He'll talk to Fenris about it later though. Not when Cyril could walk in at any point.]

Everyone from the Inquisition who has shown up? People he knows? They don't know him. They have a different Inquisitor. Plus you know how this place gets. Mix that together and things have been hard. I'm the first one to show up to actually know him.

[He starts up the fire and grabs one of the pans so he can toss some thin slabs of meat in there to heat up.]

I would say that I understand, but I am one of those who would prefer it if everyone who arrived here did not know me.

[ especially when the only real 'friends' he could speak of were dead, by his hand. He sighed to himself as he relaxed his hand now that Bull was safely by the stove, and he leaned beside him against the counter. ]

A different Inquisitor. What an odd thought...

Yeah. Seems Cullen is one of the ones who showed up who had a different one. Dorian too.

[He uses his own fingers to flip the meat rather than anything else. Because, you know, he's Bull.]

Grab that bowl with the eggs for me. But first...

[He tugs him over so he can reach over and help that collar off of him first.]

[ Fenris was about to do as he was told, as instinctively it felt good to do it for Bull, but then his cheeks suddenly flushed and lips parted as Bull began to work on the lock that kept his chains together. However, his collar was not easy to remove without first removing his tunic, not to mention that they often did this while intimate, so he found his cock stirring in response. ]

Bull--

[ He whispered, one glance spared to the frying pan, another to the doorway where their company could walk in at any moment. ]

Later.

[ he said, his gaze dark with the heat of his arousal, both of his scarred hands set over Bull's much larger ones. ]

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