Bull laughs, throaty. "Nah," he says, one hand lifting to obnoxiously ruffle Dorian's hair. "I tried it. Just food. Tried a few plants, too, there's some edible stuff around, but not a lot." Still, Dorian bringing up the existing food is absurdly cute to him. "But there's not more waiting in a pantry somewhere. I figure, better to work to get food every day that I can, save what extra I have for the days that I can't." Who knows what harsh conditions could kick up around here? Or if he got injured he's appreciate having a few days of extra rations.

That said: "Two people makes shit easier," he admits. "A whole group even moreso. Some people have had a lot longer to build up supplies." Carefully, he puts Dorian back on his feet, as loathe as he is to stop kissing and touching and generally making a spectacle of themselves.