Benjamin? All right, he was definitely a guy. Clearly, this was a case of appearances being deceiving, save for the sickness written all over Benjamin's face. Dominic let it take precedence in his mind instead of wondering about the societal physical standards for the human male and female categories. At least for now.
"You're sure?" He inquired, not wanting to force his aid if it wasn't welcome, but simultaneously uncomfortable with the thought of this man getting sicker from a lack of help. Dominic in no way or fashion had the knowledge of a million health-related cures, only a persistent feeling that if he was able to assist, he should; that would only be fair in the basest of senses. Aside from his family's initial move to the States along with assorted family vacations they'd gone on over the years, Dominic didn't often take to the skies--and when he did, he wasn't accustomed to getting sick to the extent currently displayed in front of him. However, his sister Felicia often had bouts of motion sickness when they were children (traveling to see his mother's parents was always an adventure).
"Maybe you should open a few windows, let a little air into your apartment. My sister'd get pretty car sick when we were kids, and I know that used to help her feel better." Dominic frowned again, because while fresh air might've helped his sister many times in the past, Benjamin looked somewhat beyond the aid of extra oxygen. Would it really be okay if Dominic took the filters and simply went back to his own apartment? While some battles had to be fought alone, there was no sense in leaving a sick man to get sicker.
Then again, medical advice past midnight from a stranger wasn't exactly something Dominic himself would readily accept, or necessarily trust immediately. Especially when it wasn't anywhere near the best. (And yet here he was, willingly meeting up with someone he barely knew aside from a name and a face, all for the sake of coffee.)