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Dom didn't know what to do. Yeah, he was pissed that Brian remotely lied to him and his sister but he also understood why Brian probably didn't like his assignment. He just met the kid, maybe he'll confess to it later on? He was running through all these questions through his mind after Mia told him to go get Brian for dinner. The rest the gang arrived, being rowdy per usually. Dom headed upstairs, briefly knocking on the door. "Bri, gotta wake up, kid". No answer. "Brian. I don't like being ignored," no answer again. Dom sighed, moving his hand towards the door knob and twisting it, and pushing the door open. He saw the blonde curled up on his bed, his body tense and shivering. His eyes were squeezed close and his hair was damp from all the sweat he was secreting. "Brian, what's going on?"
His blue eyes opened to meet Dom, the glassy effect still there. "D-dont know, Dom. All of a sudden I can barely move and my Brain feels all fuzzy," His words slurred. Dom immediately figured out what was going on.
"Think maybe it was from the suppressants you probably weren't taking correctly?" Dom said, dangling the pills in front of Brian. Brian looked away, closing his eyes shut.
"How'd you..."
"Cause your dumbass dropped them on the floor. Why would you lie about it when you know you need to put down?"
"Cause I don't need that shit," Bri growled, hugging himself tighter. "I've been through this before.."
Dom's eyes narrowed. "You've been experiencing headspace sickness?" His voice raised. "Do you understand how dangerous that is? You are damaging your mind and it will kill you!" Dom's voice thundered, making Brian whimper. "I can help you, bring you down. I would do anything sexual or that will make you uncomfortable. Just, help bring you into subspace," he calmly stated, making his way to the bed after closing the door and sitting on a empty space on the bed. "Just let me help you".
"Why should I, your all the same".
"Do not compare me with those who have hurt you, Bri. I just want to help you, you seem like you have great potential," he smiled softly. "I also still need my 10 second car, buster," he smirked, making Brian give a pained laugh.
"You're such an asshole," he laughed breathlessly. "I guess you can help, but I swear to God if you touch me in anyway I don't like I will fucking bite off your fingers," he threatened. Dom grinned, then something hardened in his stare and Brian whimpered.