“That’s a good enough reason, I guess,” at least they weren’t all drunken mistakes or something. Dominic had known enough people back home who ended up with ink after a night of heavy drinking. “Maybe it is.” Dominic had grown up in New Orleans, he had never struggled to find something to occupy his time. Quirking an eyebrow, he couldn’t help but look sidelong at Noah when he mentioned setting up his own shop. “You got your own gear?” Some people held onto stuff even after the world had gone to hell. Dominic hadn’t had that luxury as he had left the prison with just the clothes on his back.
Dominic could survive without human interaction. But he forgot just how mildly relaxing it was to talk without having any kind of agenda. Now most of his conversations focused on their plans at Sing Sing and what Tallis wanted him to do for it. This conversation didn’t have any demands on his time, a fact which he realized he sorely missed.
Shaking his head ‘no’ even though Noah wasn’t looking at him, Dominic really could say he didn’t dislike the teenagers. He just saw no point in complaining about things that were unchanging. “Nah, I don’t mind them. I just see no point in complaining about shit you can’t change,” he answered honestly. “And they seem to do a lot of complaining.” He wasn’t going to mention how most of the teenage crowd reminded him of his siblings, even if they did.