Guess a lot of people pine for their old homes in one way or another. [ And despite missing the food from San Fransisco, it's the Constant, and the people in it, that Maxwell thinks is 'home'.

He watches Russell watch-without-seeing the shapes on the wall, chewing on the inside of his lip lightly. ]

This is heavy discussion without video game competition exchanges. [ He offers a fangy grin, reassessing mildly. ] I'm sure he does.

Look. I'm not gonna judge you. Or fuss over you. You've survived here long enough on your own. You're doing something right.

But if I can help, I hope you'll let me know, so I can consider it.