James felt his heart break as he looked at Dominic "What happened?"

"No..th..ing." He painfully wondered away from the front door and towards the lounge room.

James rolled his eyes as he stepped into the house "Dom." He closed the front door behind him before walking towards the lounge room.

"Whydoyoucare?" The words rushed together as Dominic sat down on a four seater lounge.

"Just because we aren't together, doesn't mean I don't care." James sighed as he sat on the same lounge as Dominic "Where's Fred?"

Dominic rolled his eyes.

"I'm not..." James breathed as he noticed Dominic's glare "Difference was I was with you and that person wasn't."

Dominic rolled his eyes "Fred's at the museum." He allowed the pain to soak through his words "Forgotten one was stolen last night."

"How does that involve Fred?"

"His the curator."

James felt a sense of realisation wash over him.

"And you had to say you buy stolen art."

"It's not stolen, if I brought it." James smirked.

"I spent a week trying to stop..." Dominic suddenly stopped talking.

"Stop what?"

"Nothing." Dominic sighed as he breathed out his sentence.

"Are you going to tell me how you got hurt?"

Dominic carefully shook his head.

"Now you act tough, what happened to the man that always needed me to rescue him?"

Dominic rolled his eyes "Well, he started to rescue himself when his high school sweetheart left him."

James pretended to be hurt by that sentence "I deserve that." He smiled a little at Dominic.