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I'm supposed to be stronger than this, Bull.

That's never something you've had to be when you're with me, boss. You don't have to strong. You don't have to impress. You don't have to put on a smile to hide.

[He looks right at him as he speaks.]

Here in this space with just you and I? You don't have to be any of that.

[He is crying again now. He sniffs and wipes at the tears in a frustrated way. He doesn't want to be like this right now, but somehow Bull offering to give him a place to be hurt makes all of the weight he's been carrying around come crashing down.]

I don't want to go home because I want to spend the night with you. Can I?

[He isn't clear that he means just talking or drinking or if he wants something more.]

[Bull is quiet for a moment then gets up.]

Let me go call Fenris and give him the heads up. I'll be right back then we can bring the wine to my room. Get pissed and pass out.

[Pulling his device from his pocket, he heads up the stairs for a couple minutes to make that call. Just so Fenris knows that he's got the Inquisitor here. His Inquisitor. And that he's a mess and needs to spend the night.]

[Cyril breathes a sigh of relief at that. He contacts Linn while Bull is gone to make sure his own sub knows where he is - and warns him about the injury in his hand - but by the time that Bull is back he's finishing up his glass of wine.]

[Coming back down when the call is done, he grabs a couple more bottles and his glass then nods to the stairs.]

Come on up, boss. Might as well get comfortable, right?

[Cyril follows him easily, glancing around to take in more of Bull's house.]

Does Fenris mind me staying?

He doesn't mind. You'll probably get to meet him in the morning for breakfast.

[He'll have to make sure to take the collar off him then too. But that's a matter for the future.

Holding the door open to his room, he gives a smile and lets him in before setting up the wine by the table next to the bed. There he flops down onto it with a sigh and has another swig of the wine.]

Make yourself comfortable. I made sure I had a damn good bed.

[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.]

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