You and Dom were friends for years. You had met in high school and even while he was homeless for a while, you were there for him. After he went to jail for a while, he stopped talking to you.

He knew you were a good person, you were nice, got good grades, smart, and you were going places. He thought it would be best to just let you go, stop dragging you down.

Now here he was, looking through his old photo albums that he had found. His fingers tracing over the color-faded photos. He saw a good amount with you in them and he wondered what ever happened to you. He missed you. He called up his agent, determined to find you and repair the friendship you once had. Whether he had to show up at your house, your work, or hell, even a random cafe or restaurant you frequented. He would do anything in his power to fix what you once had.