[ While he's not too keen on closing the respectable distance between them, Dorian's hand itches to hold the bottle. To have something he knows he can rely on until he gets absolutely, irresponsibly drunk. Scooting up, Dorian does move to the bed to sit next to Bull. Closer to the alcohol, he tells himself.
Which he promptly takes from Bull, opens, and takes a hearty drink despite the burn in his throat. ]
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Which he promptly takes from Bull, opens, and takes a hearty drink despite the burn in his throat. ]