#c: monty004

[dom-dupont]

Closed starter for @parasympathic​

The adrenaline was wearing off and Dom, distantly, could already feel the piercing pain of the cut on his upper arm. He felt his stomach swoop slightly when he gingerly felt out the wound’s edge with his opposite hand, his fingertips came back marked in red. 

Dom grabbed the nearest piece of clean cloth he could find, pressing it to the wound to staunch the bleeding. He then continued to watch the rest of the proceedings, grim-faced, as the local police cuffed and escorted Teddy’s attacker and his cronies out, under the careful watch of Selwyn. While he’s had his fair share of bruises and broken bones, this was one of the handful of real fights he’d ever been in throughout his life, against someone who was actually hellbent on causing him pain. 

He still thought it was worth it. 

Dom was leaning on a table facing the entrance as he nursed his wound, so he witnessed the exact moment he entered the bar. A burst of emotions rioted in his chest, a mixture of shock, guilt, and defensiveness, his face working to try and express them all as his Head Significant strode over, his pristine appearance offset by Dom’s scuffed up and bloodied state. 

“Hi Monty...” Dom tried for a grin but it fell short, subtly angling his body so the older man wouldn’t be greeted by his injury at first glance. 

“So...who called you this time?” He joked weakly.