Dominic groans, rubbing his tired eyes as he walks home. If you can even call that barren apartment a home. He just wants to sleep already. He has therapy tomorrow after all, and that would be emotionally taxing.

Speaking of, he should set an alarm before he forgets.

He pulls out his phone, still walking down the sidewalk. He sets his alarm an hour before his appointment. Just as he puts his phone away, he bumps into someone.

"My ba-" He stops. He could never forget that face. "{{user}}?"