Things like this make me think that Dom writes his stories in his head before putting them on paper.
"Home?"
Travis shrugged. "I've been a lot of places, you know? Moved around a lot... it's the only place I keep going back to. That's like home, right? Even if I don't want it to be?" Travis sounded uncertain, maybe even concerned over his own reasoning.
"I don't know," Dennis replied. "I guess it depends on why you keep going back there. Does it feel like home?"
Travis looked up then. There were lines on his face that seemed unusual for him, marking the kind of frown he didn't often use. "No," he finally said. "But it's the one place I've ever been with someone who loved everything about me."
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"So it's gotta be about when I came back from walking Valentine. Whatever. I'm not taking it back, asshole. I do love you. You don't get to be all awkward...." Dennis's eyes snapped open, his brow knitting in frustration in a way that contradicted the amusement curving his mouth. He turned, his hand sliding over Travis's, urging it lower as he said, "You make me stupid. Everything about you."
Travis is home again.
Steve