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[ Dom watches with a frown, wondering how that ended up in his room (as if he didn't wake up with a different assortment of drugs on his very first day here), then walks back to drop down on his bed, arms crossed like he's expecting to feel cold. Last month his magic was taken away, as was the werewolf curse, leaving Dom without his supernatural warmth; all of that is back now, but he keeps slipping, thinking it's going to be gone again. ]

Uhm, the very end of December, so … this is my third month here?

[ He presses his lips uncomfortably. ]

I really missed you guys.

[ And his moms. And his actual room, nothing like this opulent… mess. ]