If Dominic were more of the joking type he would have likely made some kind of comment about ‘prison tats’. But that wasn’t really his style, even if the thought had crossed his mind. “And it’s out of the question for you to make your own?” He didn’t have any idea what kind of ink you had to use for tattooing, so maybe it was out of the question. Dominic was just a resourceful person by nature, so the question seemed like a logical one to ask. Part of him wasn’t even necessarily interested in the answer, but talking was something to do and Noah was one of the few people who didn’t immediately set his teeth on edge with their idiocy.
In many ways Dominic felt a lot like he had when he had been back in prison. Which was ironic on some level because they were technically in a prison. He kept to himself here at Sing Sing, beyond working his way onto the Security team, which had been more Tallis’ thing than his own. He hadn’t been looking to make friends back in prison, and he wasn’t looking to make them now. But holding conversation at least made him appear more approachable than maybe he was, which could only be a mark in the plus column when it came earning these people’s trust.
The only real interaction with teenagers Dominic had ever had was with his siblings, and when he had been a teenager himself. So maybe he was unfairly judging them, but from everything he had seen thus far his judgment wasn’t too far off the mark. “True, in the grand scheme of things they got shafted in all of this,” because their teenager years had been spent living in this hell of a world. “So can’t really blame ‘em for complaining.” Even if he still thought they would serve everyone better by pitching in, he would hold that opinion to himself.