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Brightening at Max's mention of living with his sister, Dominic smiled in an easier manner than previously; this was a subject he was well-versed in himself--at least, before he'd gone off to college. Growing up with three older sisters had been both a blessing and something of a curse at times. Nonetheless, family get-togethers and reunions never failed to bring the siblings back together again.
"I couldn't imagine living with my sisters. I love them, but space between us isn't a bad thing, even if we were tight-knit as kids. Well, mostly." Elena had always teased him about the little notes and lists he would write for himself on memo pads. He could only imagine what it'd be like if they still lived in close arrangements; she'd no doubt have more than a few quips to say about the orderly way his cupboards were arranged ("Do you have, like, footnotes for your seasonings, too, Dom?").
Dominic's brows arched slightly at Max acquiring more candy, but he checked himself. Max was a relatively young guy, it was entirely possible he had to pull an all-nighter in order to finish schoolwork. Dominic couldn't slight him for such a thing if that was it, because it'd be entirely too hypocritical. Even to this day, Dominic stayed up late into the night working.
Which, conveniently enough, Max casually popped a question about that very subject.
"I'm a writer, actually. Not uh, big time or anything. I write miscellaneous articles for a local magazine, Along the Bay. It's not a fancy job, but so far it's more dependable than freelance work. I don't mind it." In truth he really enjoyed it, and was glad the position provided more stability than what he'd done during and right after college.
"Are you," Dominic gestured at Max's candy with his right hand, the one still holding his Snickers bar he meant to save for later, "staying up late to finish a paper, maybe?" He wasn't trying to pry, rather, his recent thoughts had reminded him of his passing curiosity about Max's candy consumption.