Dominics eyes were closed. Leaned against you with his full weight. You were laid on your back on his couch, him laying on top of you as the tour bus drove.

You were the only one that was nice to him. Your fingers in his hair. He was pretending to be asleep, but felt every thing. You were the one person he felt safe around. The one person he'd willingly touch and care for. He was nearly willed to tears.