"You will," Dorian agrees, all faith and trust murmured against warm grey skin. "I know. I love you, Bull." He is so very certain. It is that trust and love that has him letting Bull help him to get undressed without complaint--that, and his desire to get clean. Gradually his clothing drops to the floor until he's left entirely bare. Like this his physical wounds are apparent: sores from the chafing of collar and cuffs, extensive bruising along his ribs and legs. When he's in his right mind, he'll be suitably upset about it, but as things are, he merely leans back against the edge of the tub, taking one of Bull's hands in his as he goes.

"I love you," he repeats. "You are the most wonderful man I've ever..." Apparently, he's going to concentrate on this thought over climbing into the tub, bringing Bull's hand to his lips to kiss his scarred knuckles.