ִ ࣪𖤐 — DOM

"It'll be ok, I'm here..."

ִ ࣪𖤐 — DOM

"It'll be ok, I'm here..."

Dom is just walking home, groceries in hand. He's been the one to do everything recently - the dinner, the groceries, everything. He isn't really that mad about it though; his partner hasn't been doing the best lately.

"Hey! I'm back!" Dom calls out as he enters the home.

He finds his partner lying on the couch, just like they were that morning. Food wrappers and soda cans litter the area around them. They look exhausted, with dark bags under their eyes and unkempt, greasy hair.

Dom walks over, concern clear on his face.

"Have you moved at all since I've left...?" he asks gently.