Again, not entirely Belldom, but, well...

"I heard you stapled some of our Musos to some poor girl's arse last night," Matt asked, his voice bouncing off the walls and his footsteps increasing in volume as he got closer and closer to Dom. The blonde man cracked one eye open and stared up at Matt, who had his arms folded across his chest. Dom sighed and turned over, burying his face into the the pillow in the hopes of smothering his hangover. "What the hell made you do it?"
There was a muffled grumble, to which Matt replied, "Come on, get up, you lazy arse. You've had worse than this before." Matt tapped his foot impatiently on the floor and he waited for Dom to drag himself out of bed, still wearing the same skinny jeans and leather jacket from the night before. "Christ, Dom, you absolutely reek."
The blonde man rolled his eyes and groaned, shuffling away from the bed to fix himself a cup of coffee. His hand slapped the surface of the counter as he blindly fumbled for some paracetamol, and he was aware of Matthew still floating around behind him.
"Look, don't you go acting all high and mighty on me," Dom muttered, swallowing two pills and pouring boiling water into the mug he'd set out in front of him. Some of it splashed onto his wrist and he hissed as the pain sizzled on his skin. "You've had your fair share of wild nights, too." Matt scoffed.
"When we were younger, yes. But now we're growing up. I've got a family to look after, Dom. I have to set an example to-"
"Bullshit! The kids weren't even there! I know that you'd never let them anywhere near as debauched as that place. And you knew what you were getting yourself into when we booked the party, so don't you dare act all innocent and pretend you're some fantastic father figure just because you're getting boring."
Matt's eyebrows slowly rose up his forehead as he regarded Dom slumped bleary-eyed in a chair at the table, head hanging as he tried and failed to bring the mug of coffee up to his lips.
"So I'm boring, now." There was a pause as Dom sighed, running a hand through his hair and getting frustrated when he found his fingers getting caught in matted knots. He slammed his fist back down onto the table, the wood shaking with the force.
"That's not what I mean."
"It sure as hell sounded like it."
"And you know I don't always say what I feel." Matt rubbed the back of his neck, realising he was in far too deep all of a sudden. He'd only come into the room to wake Dom up so they could get on the road, and now he was being dragged into a heart-to-heart, which were becoming ever more infrequent and ever more painful. He slipped into the chair opposite Dom.
"Yes, you have been rather secretive, lately." Dom grunted, taking a large gulp of his coffee and lifting his head up to look Matt in the eye. He really did look dreadful, bags under his eyes drooping and his hair stuck to his forehead with dried sweat. Matt knew that he would spend the next two hours making sure that he was fresh and, by the time he emerged, he would be looking immaculate and ready for the day. Only he saw Dom before he put on that exterior.
"What of it?"
"I'm your best mate, Dom. I want to know what's troubling you. Everything's perfect at the moment and yet you keep getting fucked up like this and I don't understand why."
"Why do you even care?" Matt frowned as Dom averted his gaze again, concentrating on his steaming cup of coffee.
"What do you mean? I care because you're my friend and you have been for over twenty years, Dom. When have I not cared?" There was a mutter from the other man that went straight over Matt's head. He blinked. "Sorry, what?"
"It's nothing."
"Well it's obviously something important to you, if you're getting this worked up over it." Dom slammed the mug down on the table, coffee sloshing out and spilling over the surface, seeping into the few papers collected there. They ignored it.
"I just got drunk, okay? I was just trying to have a good time and I was enjoying myself and I was hoping to get laid and I didn't, right. So I was annoyed and I drank more. That's all. Stop making mountains out of bloody molehills."
"Dom, I can see it's-"
"That's always the way with you, isn't it? Always something more than it is and you're searching for something that doesn't exist. Just go and run back to your fiancee and tell her your friend's holding up the line because he's too drunk to stand, I don't care." Matt sat in silence, watching Dom's actions. They remained motionless for a good few moments. "Go on. Fuck off."
"Fine." Matt's voice was a soft whisper, and the only sound in the room was that of the chair legs scraping against the vinyl floor. He shoved his hands in his pockets and left the room, slamming the door as he left and punching a hole through Dominic's stomach.
Again. He'd done it again.