Re: Dom/Dylan
He found he was looking at his feet almost as much as at her, and this was getting ridiculous. For a moment he opened his mouth to say what was on his mind. That he missed hanging out with her, that he missed his friends, that he hated this not talking and not knowing what to say between them. But then he couldn't think of how to fix it and so he closed his mouth and said nothing instead.
"And here I thought size wasn't supposed to matter," he teased instead, the response automatic. "If it's big enough to get the job done."