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Their apartments have never been nice.
Not like they’ve ever needed them to be, anyway. Just a place to put their stuff, a kitchen, a barely-used bed.
Their apartments have never been home.
No, home has always been fickle for them. One borrowed, one an ocean away, one long since rendered into ash.
They don’t want them to be, though.
They want somewhere. They want someone.
Something constant, safe, not tar-brown walls and two windows. Someone who understands, who they can be themself around. Someone who feels the same about them.
But for now, at least they have a roof over their head, one shitty mattress, and a decent view of the space needle.