Feeling eyes on him Dominic looked across to his cousin, the awkward silence in the air was thick. His thought process seemed clear on his face for once, too tired to put up the mask of emotionlessness he usually hide behind. Sighing heavily, Dominic pushed himself to the edge of his seat, moving to get up.
"Graham, where are you going?" Acacia looked up at her son, a slight confusion on her face.
"It's Dominic," Dominic replied, an automatic reaction he had since he could talk and knew his own name whenever his mother called him Graham. "Tea room." He continued shortly before pushing himself out of the chair and turning toward Marcus. "Come on, Skip. Let's get out of here."
He moved toward the door of the room, not really caring if Marcus followed or not. Dominic just wanted to get out of there - away from the awkward silence. It was like they were just waiting for his father to keel over. It was utterly despressing.
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