Domenico watched Seth in their RV. They had parked close to the marketplace, which Seth wanted to visit again. Domenico decided to do some window shopping himself but he was far from enthusiastic. He had gone out to get himself something to drink as Seth started preparing their breakfast, but the way Seth looked in the black apron they got at the thrift store, leaning over the counter with his ass swaying to a song playing in those massive silly earphones of his, wasn’t something Dom wanted to interrupt. Dom has been watching him through the open door for the last five minutes, mesmerized by how much that scene got to him. Memory was crawling at the back of his mind, but no matter how badly he tried to coax it out into the light, knowledge kept in the shadows of his brain. But eventually the scent of eggs and toasted bread got to him, and he slowly walked up the stairs at the side of the RV.