By the time Dom entered the kitchen, they were already there, together. Dom tried to fight impulses to think of the three of them as "them" and then just "himself". It was hard sometimes, seeing them together like that. It felt like he was crashing a party he wasn't invited too. Even now, Dom knew that once again he was the last one to know.
Dom sat down across from them, watching Wanda's face. She looked very conflicted. He thought that now would have been a useful time to have been an empath.