[It's a bizarrely pleasant-looking place; warm and homey, not unlike how his own used to feel. But it's different too. He doesn't recognize the TV (even having seen more than a few at the department store, they looked nothing like this). Overall, it's really not much like the houses back in Paradis at all. But the couch looks comfortable, and his body feels heavy, like he could fall asleep if he let himself.]
What is this place...?
[At Aubrey's invitation, he does sit, but one arm extends toward her, waiting for her to sit as well so he can put it around her. He doesn't want to stop touching yet; he wasn't ready to.]
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What is this place...?
[At Aubrey's invitation, he does sit, but one arm extends toward her, waiting for her to sit as well so he can put it around her. He doesn't want to stop touching yet; he wasn't ready to.]