Dom let out a soft groan and his body seemed to fight against the very idea of being awake. When he was younger, on the streets, the smallest sound or disturbance woke him. He could be wide awake and on his feet running in a heartbeat. He still could if the need be, if he retrained himself, but he had gotten lazy and comfortable lately.
His hand went up to guard his face, instinctively, anyway, like he might be hit. He slept on his stomach or with his face towards the door, for the same reason. Some things you simply didn’t grow out of.