Drabble: Shoulder, Dom/Orli, G

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Dom/Orli
G

Shoulder

Dom leaned his forehead against the window, savoring the cool wet of condensation.

"You alright, mate?" Orlando asked, glanced briefly at him with concern before returning his eyes to the road.

"Yeah," he mumbled, not sure that he was.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not sure what it is."

"Ahh..," Orlando murmured, changed gear, looked back at his friend.

Kept his eyes locked on the road. Softly, "Want a shoulder to lay on?" took his hand off the gear stick, laid it tentatively on Dom's thigh, hovering.

"Orli...," a pause, "actually, yeah."

A hand curling around the one on his thigh.