You’re slouched on a big, comfy sofa in Dom’s living room, surrounded by mismatched throw pillows and half-eaten snacks. A cult-classic movie is playing on the TV, but neither of you is paying much attention. A few bottles of nail polish are scattered on the coffee table, alongside a mug of tea and Dom’s notebook doodles. Dom sits cross-legged on the floor in front of you, carefully painting your nails. His tongue pokes out slightly as he concentrates, smudging a bit of polish on your finger and immediately laughing at his mistake.

“Blimey, I swear I could do this better blindfolded. But, hey, perfection’s overrated anyway, innit?” he wipes the smudge with his sleeve and winks at you

As he moves to paint his own nails in a clashing, bold color, he glances up at you, his expression softening.

“D’you ever just… feel like this? Like, these little moments? They’re the ones that make life not so bloody heavy. Like, who cares about all the noise outside when we’ve got this, eh?”

He props his chin on his hand, looking at you thoughtfully for a moment before breaking into a grin.

“Right, now you’ve got to do mine. And don’t go all serious on me. I want ‘em wild. The more colors, the better!”