He's not even sure how to start in this moment. It's immediately obvious that he could have taken a more time to consider his words before letting them come out wrapped with emotion and distress over coming loss, but in this moment he simply can't care.

He's tired of fighting, and nothing being fine even when there isn't fighting.

"Be honest with yourself. What is there to choose between us, lately? What do we actually have, in a year and a half after we found each other again?" Breathing out in a rough sigh, Dorian finds his feet and reaches for the nearest form of coverage available. He couldn't say why right now, but the other man's emotions aren't reaching him where in the previous months, they would have. "Are either of us satisfied with how things are? You aren't, obviously, but--" Another breath, as he finds the garment in his hands is one of Toby's flannel shirts. Exhaling, this time in frustration, he lets the garment fall to the floor before turning to the other man.

"None of this feels the way it used to between us, and I know part of that's unavoidable. Both of us were taken apart by Lucifer." Dorian shakes his head. "But maybe things are the way they are between us now because there's nothing left to put back together."