"You don't have to relax. All I'm asking is that you let me try to explain what's happening."
Maker, he looked so young. Despite the deeper voice, he was more fresh-faced. He had both eyes, for starters, and what appeared to be all his fingers, but Adaar had seen Bull tense and defensive, and it was nothing like this. She felt disappointed, like the universe was taunting them all by taking away all of Bull's hard work to become himself.
"All this confusion is time gone wrong. I'm from your future. So is Dorian, the man you woke up with. In a few years — maybe a decade or so — we're going to be some of your best friends."