He laughed lightly, understanding what Nathaniel meant about roadwork. Taking detours was not something Dominic was overly fond of doing; detours cut into his schedules, his plans, causing unnecessary delay that he'd rather avoid all together. He was particularly not the most charming of people when it came to matters such as road rage, but who wasn't? Saints, Dominic supposed. Those with endless patience.
"Yeah, they always find a way to put tax money to good use. Life doesn't slow down out here." Dominic gave Nathaniel a wry smile, hinting at the usual displeasure the common citizen felt towards misused tax money. He was quick to shake his head at Nathaniel's apology, considering it unneeded.
"Oh, no. Just the usual bills--and my sister's still fond of snail mail." He glanced down at the spoken of mail in his hand, then back to Nathaniel. "Not too long ago, but I guess it's been almost two months. I haven't had much time to meet many neighbors, either. Busy with work, usually. But people around here seem to be pretty friendly." He thought of Benjamin, who had freely offered assistance in what must have seemed like a petty matter (though Dominic felt Nathaniel would understand his coffee...addiction, as it were), and Max, messy yet overall not too bad of a guy.