Wow, it's been so long. He hasn't seen one of these in ages, literal years. Quietly, he sets his sack of things down on the ground besides him and sits, falling onto the cushions like a sack of potatoes. Simon picks up the remote and turns on the little black box, although the pictures that dance inside it don't really occur to him.
Is this home, now? Is this place supposed to be home?
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Wow, it's been so long. He hasn't seen one of these in ages, literal years. Quietly, he sets his sack of things down on the ground besides him and sits, falling onto the cushions like a sack of potatoes. Simon picks up the remote and turns on the little black box, although the pictures that dance inside it don't really occur to him.
Is this home, now? Is this place supposed to be home?
This city, and these people...
He doesn't know.]