Dom had to take a minute to breath. "I hate you sometimes," he finally managed, closing his eyes nad taking deep gulps.
It was funny because it was completely opposite from the truth. Couldn't be more. He looked back down at Pietro, where he stayed at his stomach. You're a bastard, he wanted to say but he just looked. He was often told he talked too much. Mostly by Pietro, so he just watched. Pietro was a strange, strange man.
Dom slowly sat up, his hands behind him to keep him up. "I hate you," he repeated.