There was a small flurry of butterflies wafting down the hall, as Dominic opened the door into their home. They dissipated throughout the house, as they usually did to find Parker- it was strange, when they all started to congregate in one direction, off towards the kitchen. And then it hit him.
"...Parker?" Dominic could feel the pull of the mania as he stepped fully inside, stopping just beyond the door to try and sense where his roomate was. He'd known of Parker's past, at least the broad strokes, and immediately he pulled himself together, pulled the butterflies- his sanity- back to himself. He knew he was going to have to be gentle with, be sane for, his friend, while he was like this.
Taking another tentative step forward, he saw the mess littering the door to the kitchen and frowned, stopping a few feet away from the cupboard, kneeling to the floor. "Parker, it's Dominic. What are you doing in there?" His tone was light, conversational; he didn't want it to sound accusatory at all, knowing that could set the other man off.