Dominic watched her go, standing there almost immobile until the door closed behind her and then he gave in, falling back into his chair and resting his head on his desk. Merlin but this was a mess.
Obediently he ignored the journal, for now. Perhaps after he saw her tonight, after he assured himself that she was fine, he would write something, but for now he was content to count the hours until he was able to go home.