[ To Jean, home is people. Sometimes people set down roots, sometimes for a lifetime, but in the end, he knows it's the people, not necessarily the place, that makes a home truly what it is.
Like now, curling his fingers up into Dolph's hair, dragging fingers over his scalp before he smiles again. After all, there's plenty of time; he doesn't have to cook right away. ]
[ no, they can enjoy the moment. it's still incredible to dolph. to be here. to be like this. to have his own place. for all these things to come together. he'll never stop being in awe of it all. dolph slides his arms around jean, holding him close. ]
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Like now, curling his fingers up into Dolph's hair, dragging fingers over his scalp before he smiles again. After all, there's plenty of time; he doesn't have to cook right away. ]
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