Dominic sighs as she gets up to leave. He sits there contemplating whether he should get up and stop her. The old him wouldn't have hesitated but he was different now.

He wanted to explain that to her but he couldn't find the words to. Instead he just says what comes to his mind first, which ends up being the wrong thing. "Why you being so fucking dramatic right now Tisha," he says somewhat regretting it the moment it came out.

Dominic stands up and walks over to her, wanting to get some things off his chest. He suddenly didn't regret what he had said anymore. She had made him mad now with some of the things she had said. He grabs her arm to turn her back around to face him.

"Hey look, don't throw that shit in my face about how you're here to see me and not at home with Drew. That was your fucking choice, I didn't ask you to. I haven't talked to you in a long time, and just a few months ago I honestly hated you. We've just started back talking and I don't know how I fucking feel about you. That's why I haven't been telling you all that shit you wanna hear. I just wanna ease back into things not pick up where we left off. I'm glad that you trying to change and shit but don't be getting mad at me cause I'm smarter not to let you walk all over me this time like you used to. To be honest, I don't see much that's change cause you obviously still have a drinking problem," he says slapping the glass out of her hand.

"I'm seriously tired of that shit and all of this fighting we do. It's just like old times. That shit is exhausting and I'm not trying to do that shit again."

He then walks off, bumping into her a little as he exits the room. He goes into the living room, looking for his phone, before going outside for some fresh air, slamming the door behind him.

A while later, Dominic walks back in the house, having a chance to cool down now. He goes off through the house looking for Tisha. He didn't want to be the one to make the first move, as he was stubborn that way at times, but he knew that he should do the right thing and apologize to her.

Eventually he finds her in his bathroom, crying. He walks in and comes up behind her, locking his arms around her waist. He was feeling a little bad for making her cry. "I'm sorry for blowing up at you. You just make me mad sometimes but still I should have kept my cool," he says to her. "You forgive me?"

Dominic brings his hand up to wipe away some of the tears from her eyes as he listens to her. He then embraces her as she hugs him while she continues talking. "Yeah, I forgive you," he says after kissing her. He then kisses her again.

"Yeah, we can do that." Dominic lets go of her and turns around to walk out of the room to the kitchen. When they reach the kitchen, he goes to sit back down at the table. "How's your tour been so far," he asks, trying to make small talk. He had to get use to communicating with her again as he found it hard to know what to say to her sometimes.

Dominic takes a bite of his food as he listens to her. He waits until he finishes chewing before speaking. "That's good. I'm glad it's going well for you." He picks up his wine to take a sip. "It's going good. Almost done with it. I was actually down in the studio, before you showed up, working on another song for it."

"Alright. I'll let you hear something. We can go in the studio right now if you want." Dominic eats the last bit of his food, finishing up as well.

He takes his time to respond, a little caught off guard. He figured that she would ask him that as she was holding a duffle bag when she came over, but he figured she was just keeping it by her side since it was very expensive. "Um, yeah. I guess you can do that." He gets up to put his plate away in the dishwasher.

Dominic grabs her plate, putting it in the dishwasher too, before leading her to his studio. He opens the door and holds it open for her, looking at her ass as he follows behind her. He then goes over to his computer, looking for just the right song to play. "I'll play one of my R&B tracks from the album. This will be my next single," he says as the music begins to play over the speakers. "It's one of the more sexy slowed down songs."

As they come into the house, Dallas coughs and immediately fights back vomit. It had been quite a night of drinking. He laughs a little as he feels the sickness subside. Too much beer always did that to him. He puts a hand on Dustyn's shoulder as he hiccups, laughing at himself. "If you were a top it would be a battle for supremacy constantly in that room," he laughs.

Dallas shakes his head when Dustyn asks if he wants to go to the bathroom, swaying a little. "Nah I just swallowed it...that's what she said.." he mutters, laughing far too hard at his own joke and almost falling over in the process. Dallas nods as his eyes try to fix on anything in the house before Dustyn touches his crotch and he raises an eyebrow. "That's a penis," he utters, slurring his words a little. "I think my feet are normal," he shrugs, lifting a foot to check and subsequently falling flat on his back with a thud.