Bull softens all over at Dorian's gentle request. "Kadan," he murmurs tenderly. He cups the mage's face and tips his head up as he leans down to kiss him. Everything in his demeanor is gentle yet somehow fervent: all of his worry, his relief, his fear in one, quietly desperate embrace. His fingers stroke against Dorian's jaw, his hair, his neck. He moves his arms so that Dorian is cradled in them.

"Kadan," he whispers against his mouth. "I love you."

Bull tries to push all the could haves out of his mind. Dorian is safe, for now. That is enough.