[He doesn't have any strong attachments to the word "home" - when he had stopped thinking of his hometown as that shitty border town he wanted to leave without looking back, it was only because it became stained with memories of loss as if with blood - so he uses it loosely. This is where they live now; it's as much of a home as anywhere else.
As tuned in to Marco as he is right now, Jean can't help but catch the movement of his hand across his eyes, and he can't help but realize what he's trying to rub away. But he won't say anything about that.]
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As tuned in to Marco as he is right now, Jean can't help but catch the movement of his hand across his eyes, and he can't help but realize what he's trying to rub away. But he won't say anything about that.]
You're okay... I'm here, Marco.