"Don't even ask," Varric grunted, pulling his papers closer to his chest. What was Bull doing in here, anyway? Shouldn't he be working out or getting beat up? That was probably how he worked out.
"I wasn't about to. Working on a story?"
"And yet you just did."
"Only because you got so defensive!"
With a sigh, Varric pushed the papers back out onto the table. They were all blank, anyway. Bull looked at them, then nodded.
"Writer's block?"
"Worst I've had."
Bull shrugged. "The Inquisition is wrapping up. People are moving on."
"Yeah." He would have to, too. Eventually.
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