There was something about this guy’s honesty that was refreshing to Dominic. Or maybe it was the sheer fact he was the first person around this place that didn’t cast sidelong looks at him and was always assuming the worst. Sure, those that were un-trusting of him had reasons – he wasn’t trustworthy and didn’t have great intentions. But it was still refreshing to not be treated like a suspect by someone. “That why you’ve got all the tats?” Normally he wouldn’t have asked something like that, but he was supposed to be conversational and try and get these people to see him as something other than surly and grumpy, even if those truly were his default settings.
Of all the people that could have sat down, he felt like he had won the lottery or something, as Noah didn’t seem too concerned with keeping to social norms like maintaining eye contact or shit like that. Because of this Dominic went back to his earlier posture as well, though he kept his eyes open and watched the clouds moving slowly across the overcast sky.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Dominic sighed before he replied. “Don’t remind me,” he never saw the point in complaining about shit you couldn’t change. But complaining seemed to be the default for some of the teenagers around this place. He understood it, he did. But some days it just reminded him too much of his sisters, which reminded him that he was about the shittiest older brother around because he wasn’t searching for them. “The bright side is their messages on the network are easy enough to ignore, if you don’t want to deal with them.” So at least the complaining didn’t have to be dealt with in person, which was a bonus in his mind.