Friend. Nida looks a touch bashful at the word. And definitely a bit ashamed of his reaction. Someone who just wants to protect him. He's not... even now he's not used to those.

"Of course he isn't, Bull. I could have told you that. He was violet for a few days. I... I felt how he feels for me, I could see myself through his eyes. It was... I never doubted how he felt. Just whether or not he'd be able to move from his past and be willing to give me a chance."

If he had asked Nida could have told him it wasn't needed. Still, he looks away from Bull, still clearly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, for how I reacted. I just... we're both trained to look for vulnerabilities in other people. And he's clearly mine."