[Not looking at him, still pacing around - mostly an attempt to keep himself from just storming after Dorian and hitting him more]
Right. Right.
How the hell is it supposed to satisfy me that you'll talk to Bull and hear some kind of excuse or justification for why he likes him and why it's okay for you to like him, too. It doesn't matter. He doesn't own them anymore. He never worked them to the bone unlike other people! So it's fine.
[It's a good thing there's no wall around to punch cause he'd like break his hand or hurt himself otherwise - so just stalks around, frustrated and no where to put that frustration]
[Looks up at the sky for a moment, blinking rapidly before pressing a hand quickly to his eyes and breathing out sharply]
I should go. [somewhere, anywhere. he's too agitated and angry.]