Odd, yes, but Dominic was thankful for his strange tendencies all the same. As he sat there, eyes glazed over and more or less staring blankly straight ahead, he'd long since forgotten why he was wearing a sweater in his apartment in the first place. Was the thermostat all the way down? Maybe. He'd done it before for the sake of a project involving a whole lot of temperature-sensitive material. Not that it mattered at all, really. At least not now. Not after he'd already forgotten. The guy figured he'd remember the reason as soon as he got home, which may or may not be anytime soon.
He was sitting at a bus stop, but his mind was a bit far gone. Shoot, he'd already missed three buses. At the rate he was going he'd likely end up walking home, but... the man was just finding it a little hard to focus.
Dom fisted his hands in the pockets of his sweater as a thought came to him, a recurring and somewhat disturbing one, and the sudden pain that shot up and down his arm pulled him back into the present. He sighed, glancing around and then up at the bus schedule to see when the next one would be coming. With any luck he could keep his focus long enough to catch this ride home, he thought as he relaxed his hands.
"Damnit..." he muttered, noting small, red specks on his sweater where his hands were.
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