“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
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“What kind of a question is that?” Dominic laughed, but it grew hollow in his chest. The warmth of the first liquor he’d had in ages was making him rosier in the cheeks than he cared to admit and his brain was trying to decide if he was gonna get silly or just sad. The question tipped it a bit one way over the other. “I mean I feel selfish if I say anything but wanting things to be back how they were before.”
That was the ‘right’ answer, wasn’t it? Back before all this shit went down. It didn’t do well to dwell on that too much. Opened too many cans of bad worms. “Okay if I let myself get a little selfish. Can I just say how much I miss going to the movies?” Dom held up a hand like a just hear me out, other hand trying not to tip his drink too much before he took a sipper. “My ex would always make fun of how I like to dump M&Ms into the popcorn but it’s the best. He had no taste. And I miss chaperoning the cinema field trips for my kids. I mean not my kids. I don’t have kids,” he started rambling slowly, hand rubbing on his face for a second before he took in a breath. “Students. My students.” Another deeper breath and he shrugged. “That’s probably a really – boring answer.” He probably would have had a more outlandish answer in the past but it was funny how some of the simple things were what you ended up missing the most.
