Dom hasn't cried in a long time. It's been so long that he's forgotten why people even bother. It doesn't help, really; at least he can't remember it ever being particularly therapeutic for himself. He can't recall what the reason for his last, long-ago crying session, but he finds himself suddenly living in a world where the threat of tears lurks behind every corner.

He's alone in a new country, doesn't know how to tell his cast-mates he's not like them, and doesn't know how to stop feeling things for Boyd he shouldn't feel. And it makes sense that when he finally does cry, when he fucking breaks down in the parking lot sitting at the wheel of his car, that Billy just happened to leave his mobile in Dom's coat pocket and had to come find him to ask about it.

Dom rolls down the window, eyes rimmed with red, and weakly hands over the phone. Billy blinks, watches him for a second. This is the part where you let him into the car and he comforts you, Dom thinks to himself...even as he rolls the window up and shifts gears.