Dom is in love with possibility. He is in love with new beginnings. He takes his dreams and other people's dreams and makes them into one big beautiful picture, and he is in love with this also. He knows this. He's self-aware to a fault.

His epiphanies aren’t epiphanies; they’re hesitant admissions.

Love love love this. And the whole fic has this kind of transitory grace - the feeling that this is what it is in this moment, but the next moment it may be entirely different. Great story.

And thanks for the rec to bloodynbruised. What a great premise.