Dom ate the pasta cold. He wasn't entirely unused to cold meals, his job always seemed to ensure his making the family dinner late or missing it entirely. He sighed to himself.

He nodded to his father. Finances. Didn't sound good. Well, he had a few places in mind where he could pick up work if it was necessary. He wouldn't like it, and it'd leave him even tired than he was already, but he could do it.

"It's nothing you need to worry about," he told Tory. He smiled at Sarah, "This tastes wonderful."

He didn't really taste anything over the dread in his stomach. But if such a little thing would please his stepmother it was easily enough said. And the affection, at the very least, was sincere.