Back then, when they were kids, Dominic was sort of afraid of Calli, in the same way he was afraid of Lorelai, or his mom. He was afraid he’d get yelled at and have his videogame taken away for the weekend, or that he wouldn’t be able to go to the next school trip, or that he wouldn’t get to have pizza on Fridays. Now though, they were all grown up. Now he knew no one would take his playstation away or cut off his TV hours.
But it was so much worse because it was the very real threat of disappointing his sister, instead; it was the idea that Calli wasn’t mad or angry, she was just upset. And she had every right to be, he knew that, he was a dick not letting her know where he was going off to. God, he remembered the one time he forgot to tell his mom he was sleeping at a friend’s, he remembered the panic phone call and all the tears he had to handle on the next morning.
“I should. I really should’ve, it was– everything is such a mess, I’m sorry, Calli,” he sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, willing his wavering voice to chill the fuck out and steady itself. “Did you–… God, did you get someone to drop you off, at least? I’m such an idiot, I’m sorry, fuck.”
Closing some of the distance between them, a sympathetic look came over her face. Sure, she was upset that he hadn’t let her know. But not upset enough to let him work himself up like this, their was a duality to Dom that she thought would always exist in her mind. Standing here, as much as she saw the grown man he was, she still saw her baby brother. Small and lanky, with the best of intentions and a heart that was so big, it’s walls were stretched as thin as paper.
A hand reached out to ruffle his hair, her tone slipping into a softer version of it’s usual playfulness. “Ah come on, I’m a big bad slayer. I didn’t need anyone to walk me home.” The only reason she’d wanted him to was because she liked the company. “We’re square,” Her hand slide down to give a comforting rub to his back as she lead him into sitting on her couch.