[Cyril nods, accepting that, though he doubts that Fenris actually likes him at all. Still, he feels like he at least owes Bull an explanation.]
You talking about fighting the powers that be here... It made me think about Solas. It made me miss him.
[Maybe that's what all of that was. Him missing a friend and wanting to talk about him.]
I hate that I miss him.
[He shouldn't miss him. He shouldn't talk about him. He shouldn't want to save him. He shouldn't worry about battles back home while he's here failing to fight the evils of this world.]
Figured. Try saying that next time. He might get it.
[And if Fenris doesn't, well, at least Cyril was straightforward with him.]
Go ahead and grab a bottle. I'll walk you out.
[A heavy hand rests on his shoulder to tell him that he's not mad at him, that he doesn't judge him. Sometimes, that's just the way the heart is. Whether you like it or not.]
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[It's not as if he can do much to help clean up with his only hand injured and Bull has a good idea that they need some space.
He thinks it might just be better for him to leave outright, but he lets Bull take him to the cellar instead.]
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[Looking at some of the bottles, he brings some down within reach for Cyril to pick from.]
Next time you come around, just be upfront with him. He might not always like it but he appreciates it more than dancing around things.
[Bull smiles and nods for him to go pick a bottle.]
He likes you. He's just angry.
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You talking about fighting the powers that be here... It made me think about Solas. It made me miss him.
[Maybe that's what all of that was. Him missing a friend and wanting to talk about him.]
I hate that I miss him.
[He shouldn't miss him. He shouldn't talk about him. He shouldn't want to save him. He shouldn't worry about battles back home while he's here failing to fight the evils of this world.]
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[And if Fenris doesn't, well, at least Cyril was straightforward with him.]
Go ahead and grab a bottle. I'll walk you out.
[A heavy hand rests on his shoulder to tell him that he's not mad at him, that he doesn't judge him. Sometimes, that's just the way the heart is. Whether you like it or not.]
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No. I think I'll just go, Bull.
Thank you for everything. [A pause.] I mean it. Knowing you're here is... It's a lot.
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[Again, he's not judging. He just nods for him to come with him to the door.]
I'll keep in touch, boss.