“Are you really that blind, Finley? How can you not--”
“Look, Dominic, I’m sorry, but this is who I am now. People change, alright? I’m older now and I’m sorry that you don’t like it but I’m also not sorry” Finley said defensively; completely delusional to what was actually true
“This... this is NOT who you are. I don’t know how you don’t see it- This is what he’s turned you into, giant hickeys? tattoos? piercings? This isn’t you. This isn’t who I grew up with, I don’t know who you are anymore.”
“I will not chill. I’m fucking exhausted, I’m exhausted because not only do I work overnights I also stay up worrying on my nights off about where the fuck you are because you’re never home. So if you think I’m overreacting, Fine. Go fuck your bad boy for all I care, just know that he changed you into someone I don’t even know anymore, I can barely even look at you with all that makeup and those- those hickeys...” Dominic went off, which wasn’t something that happened... ever. He’s never gone off like that, especially not at Finley. He was the one who’d defend him against bullies at school, not be the one yelling at him so this sort of shocked the little brunet.