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[ It's late at night when Cullen makes the post, the time of night when people would probably text something like this. But typing on the phone is still too much of an unnatural struggle for him to default to it.

He sounds relatively normal. Maybe just a tiny bit tired. ]

What is it you do when you cannot sleep and there is no work to be done to better utilize the hours you spend awake?

[ There's a tiny pause. ]

I am no stranger to sleepless nights, yet in coming here, I've now naught to do with mine.

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[ True enough. And Dorian is of mind to remind the magisters that they are not as powerful as they think themselves. Though it does him little good now, he begins to formulate a plan of how to speak with the Archon once he returns. He's not an unreasonable man and sensible enough to listen.

But, nothing to do about that now.

Dorian shakes himself free of his thoughts and looks at Cullen's hand and without thinking, just slides his hand over it easily. He uses it as leverage to pull himself up ( even if he did keep most of the weight on his feet instead ). For a moment he doesn't let go and just searches Cullen's face for... something. Even Dorian isn't really positive what he's trying to see.

Forcing himself to look toward his own backdoor he sighs and gives a small smile. ]

No, I think I'll make it fine on my own. [ Dangerous and selfish thoughts are brewing and it is best if he quell them before they force his hand into something he might regret. So, he lets go and gives Cullen's shoulder a passing squeeze before he turns away. ]

Get some sleep, Cullen. You've plenty of work to get done tomorrow!