Dorian sits close enough that his hip presses against Bull's. He'll cuddle up to his side in a moment when he's certain he's eased the pain in his leg enough that Bull can relax.

"I'm sure I'll have wonderful conversations with them about it later." Dorian will have a lot of fun arguing those theories back and forth. Who knew time magic better than him? No one.

He massages his chilled fingers against Bull's knee. "I bet you've been popular here," he says, lightly, trying to play it casually as he asks his lover about if he's slept with other people. He must have. It's been six months.