[ He shouldn't laugh. It's mostly a huff, smiling at Teddie, amused and guilty. Hard to feel remorse about this, but he's guilty nonetheless. ]

At minimum.

[ Looking down, unsure of what to do with himself, Dom finds there's more he wants to say and, as usual, finds he has more trouble knowing how to. ]

… I like that. Everyone's always watching over me and telling me what I can't and can't do — it's. Nice to be the one protecting. You.

[ Is it fucked up that this is how he finally feels like he has control over something in his life? Absolutely. ]